February: Month of Heart Health, Black History and Valentine’s Day – Tremr Staff Pick & OpEdNews.com Headline
Ever love someone so much, you hold them so closely, you feel yourself melding into them? If not, then it’s time to embrace the whole truth: why cardiovascular disease is America’s leading cause of death; how half-truths rot the whole and, discovering the cure in recapturing a Valentine’s Joie de Viere, for two.
Sometimes silently sharing a sun warmed bench and coffee is as crystallizing as a warm fire and wine conversation. However, time waits for neither man nor woman because connection, like time, is more finite than infinite – because in the heat of foreign battle, local road rage and executive treason, death and destruction are indiscriminate – and timing remains, Divine.
Courage is seeking loving communion in the face of a new winter’s dawn, while tenacity is continually tilting mind, body and spirit ever closer to the bright sunshine of civil discourse, before our most hope filled rays of daylight hours release us, with a nip, slipping us into a less chaotic future of refreshing renewal possibilities – saturated with hearts beating in unison, in an, as yet barely imagined, breath longing to nibble at our ear, begging only this one plea: even if it’s too soon to hear and too late to listen, attend.
The greatest criminal delusions of February:
- Twenty-eight days can emancipate our Obamacare story
- Believing hidden history texts left to palefaces, masquerading as Cupid while massacring a nation’s global loving
- Once a year flowers can sweeten a box of chocolates life filled with heartless touching neglect
Myopic TV News media, too often casting us as Background to their noise, must first make us fall for puppeteers peddling disruptive distractions, before staining our discerning gray matter with heartbreak. Ultimately, however, after Flatlining on a Trump/Pence administration all but rendering us brain dead, we are the only defibrillator paddles that can restart America’s, Good Samaritan heartbeat.
However, although a willing ally, time cannot always remain on our side, if we willingly side with the ignorance of denial, bigotry and hate, over faith in civility, unifying hope and love thy neighbor as thyself.
With tax breaks for the wealthiest, putting Mulvaney’s boot on the necks of Americans struggling from paycheck to paycheck, there is no time to stand between shrinking tax returns and shutdown encore, without each other – before a braggadocious Goliath shell, pitching, at fever pitch, ICE cold-hearted orders ordering unnatural emergencies – filling neighborhoods, borders and penal rooms with racial venom, faux security and an absence of parental hugs and kisses.
When Cabinet heads, attorneys and executives, can’t tell the difference between blackmail and threats, payoffs and campaign contributions, or Catch and Kill from Caught on Camera, then maybe We the People should be knocking on the outhouse of White’s Only supremacy, asking, why are billionaires happiest during POTUS Executive Time.
When in our heart, we know we’ve done the very best we can, letting go is not defeat but the realization that talking, alone, is too expensive. To reach more who will listen, we must listen more – for not even reason is a match for those who choose to be unreasonable.
While Einstein was probably intellectually skewed toward nature enough to reason, as go the bees’ knees, so too, will those with aspirin between theirs, depart, still in denial of how much they aided and abetted the arrogance, greed and stupidity that diminishes love and life.
Is it too late to save love of life by blocking potentially fractured pipelines of Fracked gas and heeding the increasing repetitive speed connecting mounting floods with mudslides and sinkholes?
Even in the shortest month overflowing with rediscovered overdue exchanges of loving unions of every kind, we have been given enough time to grasp, we need more than medical, historic and Loving-like denial to reach America’s promise land dream.
Remembering, adrenaline is most positive, and best enjoyed when shared – true love makes every day, Valentine’s Day.
While there is time, embrace in heartfelt compassion and passionately pursue a life of self-evident truths: loving our neighbor’s history as much as we love the one we hold in our arms at the end of the day – even if only in our memories.
The moment we acquiesce to labeling then ignoring, hearing then forgetting – consumed with connecting without human communion, we’re herded onto the proverbial bandwagon by repetitive hyperbole attacking low hanging fruit, forgetting, how perpetrators – like our president, thrive on the superficialities of a surface to air-time media – target our focus.
More than Trump and Commonwealth trio, it is their past path pavers and current enablers that have earned our, buyer beware scrutiny: David Sorensen, Roy Moore, Mitch McConnell’s Kavanaugh, Devin Nunes, bookends Mike Pence & Steve King, NRA & Paul Erickson, Alexander Acosta and systemic institutions of sexual harassment and racial degradation like, arguably Penn State, USA Gymnastics, and Eastern Virginia Medical School and Gucci – seemingly oblivious to recycling shame, betraying innocence and demeaning the humanity of all not Caucasian, Protestant and heterosexual
With the possible exception of the sleaziest of sleaze it should be no surprise that Catch and Kill can be a two-way street; nor that minds acquired in the know find nothing particularly note-worthy of one vainglory peckerwood wading in the swamp of an Access Hollywood pecker-in-chief, whose length in lies belies his explosive fantasies of greatness.
Nonetheless, truly inquiring minds know what happens when willful extortion, blackmail and habitual distortion of truth, hit a potentially wounded, but potent post, rising higher than a DC wall of shame, flexing its creative founding muscle as formidable foe against loud mouth duo complicit in deceit and reputation destruction.
Karma teaches, those who seek salvation in good ol’ boys’ paleface government and male-dominated Wall Street secrets, will suffer much of the same fate as the less fortunate, they seemingly can’t resist abusing.
Is not the answer we’re denying: hate, like that which attacked Jussie Smollett, Frank Robinson, Anita Hill, and Valerie Plame lives on just under our national consciousness, ever waiting for a little prick to release its load of anti-American venom – poisoning the very ideals found in Constitution, Bible and a radiant Winter Solstice promise?
- Is President Trump a foreign agent
- Is, The South Shall Rise Again, the only real Southern Strategy
- Is Media that traded its independent investigative reporting for regurgitating conjecture our Fourth Estate
- Is traditional masculinity defined by sexism
- Is wearing Blackface a joke or anti-Emancipation Proclamation
Indeed, we are in turbulent waters, navigating challenging waves of self-destruction, but if we can just manage, to rid ourselves of all anchors to a hateful past, all denial of what we’ve wrought on ourselves and all negatively labeling others for what we cannot abide in ourselves – we may just discover enough light within to enlighten our world.
We are more than a tea-stained American Dream, white-washing our Black-Face nightmares and restricting our national ID to ICE, Red, Blue and Purple States, Black v. White and LGBTQ v. straight.
Choosing Stacey Abrams to respond to SOTU was a pragmatic unification gesture. Not just because she is a woman of color, but because she is a woman who stood tall for her right to be treated equally – and proving herself superior to the corruption of opponents, won the national acclaim, audience and admiration of all Americans who like John Dingell, exemplify true patriotism: the courageous honesty to help, the Home of the Brave, find its way home.
I wish we didn’t live in a nation where one’s political leanings, sexual persuasions or hue of skin aroused any need for discussion. I wish we hadn’t diminished that for which we were called to be stewards. I’m sorry our equality and justice was ever determined by physical body parts – instead of those whose examples we follow, to whom we bestow the batons of power and whose company we keep in our aloneness.
But when a loved one is assaulted, and our first concern is the skin color of the assailant – is she any less raped if the penis is white? It is we ourselves who have failed to recognize, that the power of our demons within withers, when we let go of them.
I wish no humiliating poverty on any human being; no rape for man, woman or nation; and I hope revenge, rage, justice and equality will one day be blind enough to see setting our table for eternal, internal peace.