After the Arab Spring, Americans claimed, 9/11 notwithstanding, it couldn’t happen here; Brexit, never in America! 2016 Election: The independently fed-up, aided and abetted by Putin, allowed a product of commercialized isolationists, branding The Monroe Doctrine as convenient totalitarian international threat — to wipe Donald Trump’s shoes on Lady Liberty’s welcome mat, enticing the underside of democracy with performances depicting the stain on his soles would, Make America Great Again.
If media action chose more investigative activism than myopic regurgitating, America might have recognized Trump’s fifth grade hyperbole illustrated an inability to discern reality from show.
The question is, do we.
When Chuck Todd introduces a news story that has been trending everywhere for over a week, not as Breaking News, but rather, you probably know, there is hope that American media may once again be The Fourth Estate, before smart phones, Social Media and failure to read beyond 140 characters, finalizes its expiration date.
However, golden April Showers from rainmaker Russians, make for mangled election flowers, choking from lost rainforest paradise — tangled in first 100 days’ action pretense and deceptive activities behind Mar-a-Logo walls.
What is America’s expiration date on giving the trumped a chance, while Arkansas races the clock with human life expectancy against drug expiration?
What is the value of Supreme unction, if self-inflated Trump’s trial balloon Gorsuch chooses GOP Southern Strategy over America’s merciful soul?
Don’t incidents of Domestic Violence increase when corporate and government leaders use bully pulpit to incite violence?
What happens when Governors, Cabinet & Congress members act against LGBT Community, Equal Rights Amendment ratification, gender income parity, minimum wage and budgets of organizations that nurture mind, body and soul, like:
- Medicaid, National Endowment of the Arts, After School Programs
- Planned Parenthood, NPR, The Affordable Care Act
- Social Security, National Endowment of the Humanities, DACA
Aren’t we going in the wrong direction, when a president doesn’t have the sense of direction to know in what direction a very powerful armada is headed?
Where is gun violence activity destined when an increase of easily available guns exceeds our financial support for research to cure Alzheimer’s disease, Autism, Schizophrenia, Cancers, Heart disease, Stroke and perhaps even, closed minds?
National decay revels in actions that encore history’s greatest shames, rather than endorse unlimited vision of scientific enlightenment, affordable healthcare and the value of funding quality public education.
Russian/Trump seeding new growth theory, risks reason’s extinction by denial. Both gardens of thinkers, and thoughtless stewards, too pre-occupied to cry out from the hacked wilderness, fail to hear, this last call: the most essential life statistic is the tally of our contributions to fellow soulmates, before inevitable expiration date.
I’m a fan rarely in disagreement with Andrew Sullivan, but if his theory suggesting Americans voted for Trump because, ‘immigrants make them desperate for a reconfirmation of their national identity’ is correct, then unless we radically change course between 2018–2020, our next historical date of note will be the expiration date of our Exceptionalism Experiment.
In April 1564 Shakespeare was born and for more than five centuries his work has enriched the soul of humankind: Art, Culture, Education, History, Music, Politics and Theatre in all their global diversity.
In April 2017, a dozen years after a five-week old proved, actions speak louder than words, by leaping from her crate, past the gloved Vet attendant, running up my arm and, perching on my shoulder, immediately purring, Soulmate, born with only three good legs, a bad liver and questionable kidney functions, unbeknownst to either of us, took our last drive together, Thursday April 20th. Staring up at me with eyes eternally grateful, having never forgotten what her life could have been on the streets, she marked me, one last time.
America still has time, if not to save itself from self-inflicted Truth Decay, then at least to delay extinction via Trump – but, only if we can distinguish the difference between self-serving activity and Justice for All – and act like it. Climate Change denial is no match for an expiration date.
In the resurrection of life are memories of terrible loss, often blinding us to the sometimes, subtle inspiration to carry on. Is reason, wisdom whispering in our ear: resist those who speak lightly of war, while hailing the chief of false prophecies, oblivious to the Cause Célèbre preceding The Pieta.
Descendants of generations of Passover, once again find humanity choosing between man’s inhumanity to man and the calculations by madmen.
Again, the world is in the hands of a composition of despots, Putin, Assad, Erdoğan, Kim Jong-Un and Trump, all as dishonest and unstable as they are perilously dangerous. Senior citizens have witnessed reconstruction after man-made destruction, but the magnitude of both the insanity and efficiency of war has evolved well beyond even the Bush/Cheney Mushroom Cloud inflammation of bloodshed.
If dominion over earth is our commission, then we must resurrect the balance found in peaceful co-existence, before the pride of leaders induces the fall of nations. Our immense power is the courage of true human kindness, not the ashes into which demagogues lacking conscience, human decency, reigning without roots in the reason of deep thinking, would entomb us.
If we can but divine this reality check: the first shall be last and the last shall be first, we could escape the betrayal of, all for one and one for all, by the deception of America First.
It is in revelation that we discover the truth — most loss on earth is caused by humans who have lost sight of life’s greatest gift: the opportunity to love, to share and to prosper in peaceful ensemble — little is beyond the reach of those with the vision and desire to see and progress forward embracing world peace.
Arguably, Donald Trump has some competition for being the most self-serving, needy of praise, inept President ever to occupy the White House, but with a lust for being the idol of mesmerized idolaters, while hovering his middle finger over nuclear launch codes, he is more terrible than any Ivan or Cesar – indoctrinating a child’s White House Easter Egg Hunt with, stronger and better…than ever before rhetoric, sad.
Emma Morano was born November 29, 1899. In 2017, between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, on the 86th day of the Trump Administration, she died at the age of 117. She lived to see humankind advance from ox drawn carts to automobiles; from Kitty Hawk to the Moon. Ms. Morano survived Mussolini, two World Wars, The Korean Conflict and an attempted assassination of Pope John Paul II.
Emma Morano lived to hear of Trump’s election escalating global stress levels, threatening a new nuclear age Korean War, while seemingly diminishing both the need to hope for reversing Climate Change and imprisoning science behind the walls of Reactionary Nostalgia.
She lived to see a black looking president on TV and a TV personality – all Birther atwitter in the bewitching hours of alternative facts – lusting to bury the memory of his able predecessor.
Living eighty-four years longer than Jesus of Nazareth, Emma Morano undoubtedly knew, boisterous rattling of sabers, gesticulating war, defying The Ten Commandments, can deafen humanity to the world’s heart pounding memories of the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis – and even perhaps, short-circuit American conscientiousness to Russian connectors Paul Manafort and Carter Page.
Unlike Martha Raddatz, not all of us can bear witness to a Trump epiphany, following Assad’s horrific Siren Gas attack on his own people – Sean Spicer’s historical misinformation, notwithstanding.
Beware, perched in-between Palm and Easter Sundays, an ancient giant observes the mad moves and moods of those having no idea how to orchestrate an end, without a finale.
Indeed, it is for us, to extract from any tomb of ignorance, the discernment of the marriage between Resurrection, Revelation and the joy of discovery in the laughter of children – for what will it profit America if we bomb the s**t out of any soul only to lose the whole world?