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?
Despite GOP hypocrisy, Wells Fargo top executive’s shell-game and Mafia family like coup at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, no one is about to stand over America singing, Oh Danny Boy – unless We the People, forgetting horrors of war, elect administrations that neither know how to count, nor the history of gas warfare or the demons of chemical weapons.
It is for us whether to empower those who neither know nor care, elevate alternative realities centered more on the art of the deal than the democracy of the humanities – or prevail as the United States of America, albeit inconsistently.
However, ignoring national lessons in international history, most recently we have damaged the infrastructure of our constitutional foundations by electing an insulated gang with limited vision, walled in by narrow ideology failing both past sacrifice and future promise.
When too many Americans turned their back on our electoral process, the fix was in for America First, white-washing our responsibilities, whether to the great barrier reef or humanity’s historic loss in wars inflicted on innocent millions by the infamous. Yes, charity begins at home, but humanity is our home.
So, placing our trust in the hands of leaders for whom sincerity is a well scripted prompter performance, is not only, the Emperor has no clothes but his friendly relative support, pickpocketing our national conscience and international memories.
When our Holy Week faith is corrupted by those who ban children begging for help, in the shadow of a despot’s scythe, we welcome moral decay — worshipping an impulsive grim reaper more politically opportunistic than product of epiphany.
We know even a WWI weapon of mass destruction can be conveniently manipulated to raise unprecedented presidential poll numbers – breeding faith in false prophets, reducing otherwise discerning adults into children blissfully gullible to a pied piper defaming humanities holy history with the sarin clouds of Reactionary Nostalgia.
Our Vital National Interests are not in nighttime streamers, but in realizing demagogues, Putin, Assad and Kim Jong-un are more transparent than the red glare of Trump’s Tomahawks.
How did Assad’s April chemical attack threaten U. S. Security? With rebels all but defeated, why would he choose such an unnecessary public display of his power over defenseless women and children? What message was Assad sending and why?
Why would a president inspire anti-NATO and anti-U.N. suspicions in America?
How could the communication conduit for president, press and public be so utterly oblivious to war crimes that devastated generations of humankind?
Why is it the Trump team can’t claim success without denigrating Obama?
Isn’t American greatness measured by how well all Americans progress forward in an ensemble of diversity and intellectual curiosity, or in insisting future greatness is reviving the past with selective memory.
Is there greatness in repetitive pre-emptive invasions, violating programs that feed hungry children, assailing security of the elderly and enabling domestic violence, while covering up Russian digital intrigue?
Is it possible, revering people like, J. Edgar Hoover, Richard Nixon, William Rehnquist, Clarence Thomas, Grover Norquist, George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Paul Wolfowitz, Jack Abramoff, Bernard Madoff, Stephen K. Bannon, Jeff Sessions, Rex Tillerson, Andy Puzder and Scott Pruitt endangers us constitutionally?
Aren’t there better lessons from Douglas MacArthur than a president thinking bombing North Korea, while dining with China’s President would intimidate a world power deeply rooted in history?
On April 9, 1865 Generals Grant & Lee met at Appomattox Court House and wrote their individual versions of a peaceful end to America’s Civil War. Each then exchanged their ‘treaties,’ and with a parting handshake, Lee’s troops lay down their arms and headed home, while Grant’s troops saluted them.
Honor & war are comparatively rare bedfellows. Thankfully, however, most days, both Main and Wall Street produce Americans more like Martin Sheen & Don Siegelman than Karl Rove & Robert J. Bentley – and at least as many pilots like, Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenbergers, than presidents like, Trump.
Amidst the cheers celebrating the end of our Civil War, Lincoln was assassinated, dying Easter Sunday April 15, 1865. So why are we now settling for impulsive discord and inept historical consciousness, while the foundation of America’s greatness is in our civility, unity and reason?