Limits

   America, my countrymen and my friends. Greetings, it's a sad looking day this morning. Gloomy, lot of rain. The overcast sky looks like a concrete sky, the ceiling over the day has a look of disappointment. 

  Limits, even patience has its limits. The clock of recorded time, you know the one, the one that tics off the moments of your life, that clock. The never ending clock. This clock, this overseer of time. There is always a count down of sorts going on somewhere. But this clock is on a cosmic scale, this is the clock that calls from a place where there is no need of time. America my country, who is it you will choose to be? 

  The short term answers are political in nature, and the most obvious political fix is term limits. Try getting your Senators to vote for that.