show me, don’t tell me.

Words are cheap.

Not to say they can’t hold meaning, often they do — but show me, don’t tell me. That can mean show “me”; that can mean show me through your other actions that affect or tell me; that can mean show me indirectly. That can be symbolic, that can be representational, that can be literal.

We spend so much time bitching and moaning about things in this country, we meaning the media, the populace, the politicians, it’s all talktalktalk. Imagine if people shut up for a few hours a day and actually got to work.

It seems like people, politicians, are constantly talking to secure their positions, maneuvering in a really bad game of verbal chess. Makes a little sense if they are representing the people, many of whom do the same.

And the populace, half the time not even understanding the issues, getting all fired up in the wrong direction, and, caring enough to get all fired up, but not caring enough to do something about it — volunteer, learn about the issues, petition, even just vote.

Sometimes it feels like we need to call a major time-out and reset everything. And not freak out about doing so. Educate the people; remove the pressure from politicians to politik; provide opportunities to express your opinions through action. Wouldn’t that be great, call time-out on the field, take off your jerseys, here, everyone put the same one on.

Action is how things get done. Yes, talking is sometimes and often involved, but with a goal in sight and speaking with meaning and intent, you can move mountains if you try. If you want to.