So this week in the news a Native American man wants to ban the Washington Redskins logo on coats, jackets, mittens and I suppose even underwear in the county’s public schools.
A murder of a young transgender woman in Montgomery Village has the community there beside itself with grief and worry.
WSSC is grappling with its latest spate of water main breaks or leaks (close to two dozen in the last two weeks) while the Metro has been taken over by the Feds- at least when it comes to safety issues.
Whew. That’s a lot. We’re not done though.
The County wants to come down hard on human trafficking – a new name for prostitution in this case – and of course the City of Rockville had another debate while the county discusses the idea of banning the use of baby powder as a pesticide.
Just joking about the last one. Thankfully the last serious Metro malfunction is a few weeks behind us and who in this county would ever believe that we’d be looking at Pepco as the “responsible” or even “reliable” infrastructure in the area.
The nature of life in Montgomery County is so frenetic most of these things can skate right by your average soccer/helicopter parent who wants to make sure his or her son or daughter gets their participation trophy for picking their nose on the sideline while the son or daughter’s coach is yelled at by other parents for not playing their child in whatever sport the kid is playing.
Let’s not even discuss your average Washington Redskin fan.
But while we’re dipping into our fun-filled world of Montgomery County let’s take a look at what issues really matter.
I’m not talking about the Confederate Cavalry Statue either, or the Republican Clown Car, Hillary’s emails or Larry David’s Bernie Saunders impression.
With an election coming up, perhaps the most important issue is who will represent us, and who will vote in that election.
But me? Well, I had the exterminator over at the house last night and had to put one of the cats in a cage so the exterminator could do his work.
Today I had to spend time at the doctor office getting a tetanus shot and a prescription for antibiotics because the cat didn’t go gentle into that good night.
The point of course, is how fast life passes you by and how quickly you can miss things that really matter while being distracted by the things that don’t matter.
The Washington Redskins logo? Give me a break. I’m offended someone is offended by the offensive nature of the logo. Life goes on.
Cavalry statue? Done.
WSSC? Pepco? Metro? All matter and all of them are horribly run public utilities and services which begs the question – can man truly serve man – except in a cookbook?
No, the one that touches me is the murder in Montgomery Village.
Knowing a little bit about the nature of the situation there I find this particular murder even more gruesome and sad.
Gender confusion and transition is hard enough – dying for it shouldn’t be on the table.
Murdered in an alley next to a smelly dumpster with your last breath being drawn in the envelope of anger that brought about this young woman’s death is more than any human being should ever have to endure.
We make great pretense in this county of being enlightened and progressive. But the fact is there is a huge chasm in Montgomery County between different cultures.
The cultures to which I am referring are the culture of young people who are brought up in a Lord of the Flies existence and those who weren’t. Violence, posing and macho attitude are a thin veneer over insecurity, sometimes drug abuse and hauntingly low self esteem.
The facts in the Montgomery Village case have still not completely come to light, but when they do most assuredly we will not be treated to a good upbringing gone bad.
While we worry about team logos and mute statues there are thousands of teenagers in this county growing up without proper mentors – without love and many of them are growing up with despair and bitter loneliness as a constant companion.
If those who are running for office want to make me believe they really care about anything, then they can start with those who have little hope. Remember Zella Ziona.