We know we cannot live on bread alone, but surely we can do better than what comes from the mouth of Wayne LaPierre, McCarthy rerun Tim Cruz, saved by the Judd Mitch, figure head Boehner or MIAs Cantor and Rubio. Time out: no holy city can stand on foundation pillars of Citizens’ United Supremes, stashed white supremists munitions or bought and paid for politicians
Time to put gangs of extremists on notice, regardless of color, political persuasion or Wall Street castles in the sky: do not put the patience of parents and patriots to corporate induced recession and gun violence tests any longer, for the splendor of all the kingdoms of the world will not hide you on Election Days.
Time to applaud and encourage what is good, recognize what is bad and eradicate or Recall the what and who of ugly.
National equal voting rights and background checks for all gun purchases is good; The NRA leadership and those who punish whistle blowers protecting us from the poison food corporations feed us, are bad.
A President seeking balance in justice for all is good; a GOP tap dancing to the corporate tune of “The Rich Get Rich and the Poor get Poorer,” is bad.
Believing Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher saved the world from communism is misinformed, but canonizing them as saints is self-servingly bad.
Time for rebirth of freedom, giving, and harvest sharing, before time to die. Time for a triumphant triage of corporations, government and voting consumers working together free of rose-colored glasses and eyes wide shut to necessary humane fixes.
Time for living longer selfishness: each must work to improve peaceful retirement chances with ‘Medicare for All,’ salvaged Social Security & Medicaid.
Time for cures: HIV AIDS, Muscular Sclerosis, Cancer and greatest time thief: Alzheimer’s.
As humankind, we are charged with global responsibilities, yet allow ourselves and our planet to corrode, the former from overconsumption, the latter, overindulgence.
Time to stop claiming we’re the best and greatest ever in all things forever, or that we’re even alright, because we’re not.
Not time to waste talking about economy or even the new post Reagan GOP that abuses Filibuster to avoid fulfilling its primary duty: voting for what’s best for all Americans and when possible, for what’s needed for their constituents — without climbing “the Hill” only to succumb to the allure of their corporate puppeteers whispering promises of power and grandeur.
The mountain top has seen greater than these “House” fettered on ‘The Hill,’ feasting on backs of those forced to fast.
Time to recapture our essence of discovery. Are we sugar and spice and everything nice, or frogs leaping over the immorality of tortured farm animals; corporate slithering snakes coiled around taxpayer bailouts and puppy dog tails, wagging the dog of war profiteering?
Time we peek at what our corporate corrupt Congress and Supreme Court is willing to nose dive us in, on their crusade to Capital peak.
Time is always giving, but how we make memories with it, is our wisdom or folly.
Time was, I’d sit so close to the family black and white TV set and dream: Annette Funicello.
We met most week days between homework and dinner. At twelve, she was my first older woman and transformed even Disney speak into smiling melodic beauty; my favorite Mouseketeer, even when forced to share her with ‘Spin and Marty.’
Time was, even horses couldn’t edge Annette out of my favorite memories.
Time, years later, an actress hired me to prepare her for her first Broadway audition. She was a triple hitter with a sad look in her eye. We worked hard for weeks and she was cast.
Time over grateful and congratulatory coffee, she confessed our hard pursuit of the role was her race against M. S.
Time gives us all we have, so I now use my time to say,Annette, I really loved those afternoons we shared, just a moment ago, in time gone by, yet still so –perfect.