Spinning Wheel / Swimming Head

My maternal grandmother, Mammy Bennett, when facing fast-paced, chaotic activities would often say, "My head is swimming!" These days, I find my head swimming and spinning as I attempt to digest the crazy crap 'out there!'

My 51-year old son is in Uruguay with six other missionaries using the sport of basketball to spread goodwill and the gospel of Christ. They will also be in Sao Paulo, Brazil where just last week a soccer umpire, who stabbed to death a player, was killed and decapitated by angry fans; that's crazy shit. Some guy in Grants Pass, Oregon using his rifle as a crutch inadvertently discharged the gun causing a shell to go through the ceiling of his apartment and killing a five-year old in the apartment above. That is pitifully sad.  A five year old Kentucky boy uses his 'child-size' rifle to shoot and kill his 2-year old sister; this should make every American's head swim as we attempt to understand 'WHY' Americans are manufacturing lethal weapons for children. In Nelson, Atlanta the citizens must contend with a new town-law; home-owners must own a gun. That is not only crazy-ass logic, it surely is unconstitutional! I am thinking that we folks in America NEED some MISSIONARIES!  My head is swimming!!!

Amidst this aforementioned chaos from sea-to-shinning sea, many Americans kept a media vigil on the eventual trial of George Zimmerman, the 'walk-about' Charles Bronson, Death Wish character who was charged with murdering a 17-year old 'Black' boy, Trayvon Martin. After much deliberating the jury returned a NOT guilty verdict. Even with the 'fuel charged' social media baiting segments of society, there appears to be a more civil nationwide reaction to this verdict as compared to the Rodney King and O.J. Simpson verdicts; much to the obvious dismay of our mainstream media, which begs for conflict and controversy. That attitude makes one's head swim. Perhaps the most positive influence on the post-trial prevailing-moods is the apparent Christian love and faith  expressed by the Black youngster's parents.

On a personal note, our middle child and oldest daughter was in Jacksonville this past weekend celebrating her JHS Class of 1983, 30th Reunion. She spent the weekend with her sister, our youngest who is sending her last child off to college this fall.....talk about making a guy's head swim!!!

Excuse me while I go cut the lawn and not my wrists.