The Sound of Chickens Roosting

Do you hear it, too?  The sound of silence in America is deafening this Sunday afternoon.  Shallow breathing and nervous coughs are all that break through while we all pretend to go about our business. 
At 5:00 p.m. on Sunday July 31, 2011, the world awaits the announcement from Washington that a catastrophic event has miraculously been averted.  It has happened many times in our young country’s history.  Surely, it will happen again.  It has to.  Right?

Tick, tick, tick, tick.  Some guy on CNN says we have passed the point at which we can avoid a downgrade of our nation’s credit rating, even if the Congress finds a way to compromise before August 2.
The chickens are coming home to roost.  A great man by the name of Malcolm X told us that decades ago.  He said it at a time when a black telling the world that the President of the United States had been assassinated as a result of the climate of hate in America and “the chickens came home to roost” was interpreted as a statement of his happiness over the leader’s violent death.  He was vilified.





Malcolm X would be saying the same thing this Sunday afternoon in July had he not met the exact same fate as President Kennedy did so very long ago.  The Ugly Americans who are the selfish members of private club of the rich have allowed their greed and blatant disregard for the well-being of those less fortunate, will now know what it feels like to be suddenly second and third class in the eyes of the world.  If it weren’t for the fact that I know as surely as I sit here they will find a way to make you and me pay for their mistakes, I would say to the chickens “what took you so long?”