We Rock

The villager has been so stunned and discombobulated by the events of the past year, nationally and globally, to be rendered inarticulate and reduced to a mutter. However, a recent experience on a sunset evening along a river bank revived the "dead peasant" all because of the little guy pictured at the left. His name is Aaron. He was deposited in his car seat alongside his family of fishers trying to hook their dinner aided by blaring rap from their car radios turned on full blast.

Aaron sat solemnly where he was put until I came along and touched his toe, smiled and talked soft talk to him. He responded with a big grin and began rocking back and forth until he almost rocked himself over. Together we communicated. He got happy because he got attention. He just couldn't stop rocking.

The villager considers Aaron the epitome of the American people. They are sitting where they are put, in the class they are in, and they are waiting for attention to become active. When the Big Guy sweet talks them, they rock, they don't go any place but they rock.

Furthermore, Aaron is about one year old. In the year 2070, if there is such a year to be, how will have Aaron survived? Will he have received an education? Will he have a home? Will he have a safe country? Will he have had a successful financial life, will he be able to breath clean air, will he be a free person, will he be an American. There are at this moment in time millions of Aarons in the world, what will become of them? We must consider our world today in terms of the future of humans to come and make amends. Now the villager is engaged.