A child is ill

A child of the family is ill. All of the feeling of unfairness and not being able to understand rush back into mind from where they have been lurking. It brings old thoughts to mind.
I remember when mankind was able to go to the Moon. It was a very expensive journey and they didn't even bring back T-shirts. T-shirts that might have been able to clothe a child shivering in the night in one of Earth's backwaters. They took clean and pure water and air with them on the journey. I would wager that they didn't get the air and water from Mombasa or New York City. What about the cost of such a meaningless trip? How many innoculations or meals could have come from that cost? Is the government stealing our childrens lunch money?
Now there is a way to make automobile fuel from corn. It will result in even further savings because there will be no need to make trips to the grocery store because there will be no food there to purchase.
Somewhere in Somalia, a child went to bed last night without supper. Somewhere in America, a teenager was riding around in a Hummer fueled by corn. Both are children of the human family. Maybe we can spin mosquito netting from Moon rocks and a child in Burma will not get malaria.
Somewhere a child is ill and somewhere a child is hungry. Somewhere fuel from corn is going into a tank. Not a tank of a generator that will provide power for lighting for a school or power for a water purifier but the tank of the kind of tank that goes BOOM and RAT-TAT-TAT.
Somewhere a child of the human family is ill or hungry or cold. Somewhere derivatives have put health care for the poor on hold. Somewhere sagacious old men have decided that million dollar salaries and homes in the Hamptons are more important than a child with a fever. What if it was their child? I have news for them, it is their child. The family is not taking care of the children. SHAME, SHAME, SHAME on us. You can capitalize the us if you wish.
There is one small glimmer of hope. Bill and Melinda Gates are using part of their 401K to pay for mosquito netting and clean water and a cure for illness. So I nominate them for high office. Not President or King or Emperor but for the highest office imaginable. I nominate them for Parents of the human race!
When I was young my heart steered me towards socialism. When I got older my mind steered me towards capitalism. It is nice to know that the hand of the heart is back at the tiller. So I will make an attempt to feed the man's sheep.