People get ready, there’re trains a comin’ – one from Station Realization and the other, the madness of King Trump’s McConnell Courtiers. One fueled by self-righteousness, the other empowered by the foundation of hope – each destined to trigger signaling switches, at our national station in life.
On the left track, the Express train, pulling in somewhat disabled, but on time. On the right side of the platform, the Local, running late, in support of Congress debilitating Medicaid, while serving up hacking passes on a Gowdy Trey.
This is not a railway do-over race against billionaire pharmaceutical and health insurance Hot Shots (for each train clickety-clacks along its track of choice, with independently designated time tables for transporting and transferring passengers) – but it is a journey to the Township of Truth Be Told.
How many more will choose to get on board, Left or Right, and how many will continue to opt out — to straddle the third rail — is up to Free Will. But increasingly there’s room on the right, to elbow through the crowd of boisterous wingers. Across the platform, however, the Express line, increases capacity for healthy realization: the hypocrisy of politically protecting those without economic needs punching truth with extreme projectiles from podium of real Fake News — is too much baggage for the trip to Reason.
Ultimately destination for both trains is the same, but, like, Bull Run and Manassas, labeled alternatively, Home of the Brave and MAGA. Nonetheless, when each train reaches their Base of the Y on track to Future, the direction chosen can foreshadow the life journey yet left to live, reflect a life destined for the rails, or just reveal how much time one chooses to be taken for a ride.
Passengers bombing foreign children, denying needy American children, or emulating money changers of old, be prepared for blinking lights ahead, warning: conductors may yet demand, show me the money whether in your PAC suits, off-shore accounts or MIA tax returns.
Instead of election draining change, constructive compromise was annihilated and independent investigative thinking exposed evolution of re-cycled disabling disgust for differences.
On the Express, all are welcome to share nurturing through curiosity and enlightened perception and preparation, for the bullet trains a comin’:
- Disabling of America by Opioid Addiction
- Denying health equality for Medicaid Expansion
- MIA Executive Orders to preserve, protect and defend the United States of America from hacking by foreign & domestic powers
Both known and unknown Malafort and Kushner travel mates sway 60% of Americans to detrain at stations assuring benefits for, Pre-Existing Conditions, Opioid Overdose Prevention, and Medicare for All.
At the Deborah Lipstadt v. David Irving Avenue stop, passengers can transfer to the Local for Alternative Facts on Track 45. However, switching too right, expect delays in The Trump Tunnel of Secrets, where preyed on infrastructure is endangered from Flynn-flam and Russian Roulette.
Boarding for the Land of the Donald Free, however, passengers can ADAPT for more positive options to secrecy and polarizing resistance, because all the Express stops, Left, support Mueller’s probe for truth and accelerate focus on issues that unite us: family life, economic liberty and the pursuit of personal happiness.
Isn’t this why we boarded the train to Independence?
Nonetheless, when very nice people put their faith in those faking out all of us, truth and justice appear as a blur flashing by our window seat, unless, trained by the mental health of Dr. Benjamin Franklin, we, hang together.
Passengers respecting justice for all, don’t need a ticket to board the Express to Progress, but Caution: since European immigrants invaded Native Americans: choosing between being a citizen voting for responsibility and ethics on all railroads to Washington vs. heading the wrong way on the Right track, has too often required a disproportionate sacrifice by hyphenated Americans – particularly women, LGBTQ, the disabled and economically disadvantaged, blessed with color. Yet it is not enough to redundantly media headline political podium puppets, without streaming, we are the engine driving the train.
For the Union, you just get on board.
I am the son of a Korean War Veteran and nephew of four WWII Veterans who risked their lives, praised those supremely sacrificed, felt inferior to those who returned never quite whole again, and endeared themselves to families left to endure the residue of war – never once thinking of themselves as America’s Greatest Generation.
I am a Veteran raised by veterans of wars, who in peace, were anonymous guardian angels, caregivers embracing those in need – bearing witness that bearing arms against foreign enemies is not our only necessary defense.
I am a Veteran who knows Veterans fighting the good fight by example, insisting, support our troops, include timely medical assistance and affordable housing.
True heroes defend us equally, from domestic violence and foreign cyber invasion – from ISIS inspired lone wolves and Alt-Reich Open Carry – from school bullies and pushy bully pulpit intimidation of world leaders.
We the People are the reflection pool of those we venerate every day, when the lives we live, honor their sacrifices, beyond flowers and flag waving.
Whether descendants of Native born, European immigrants, enslaved Africans, raped Hispanic farm labor, indentured white share croppers or Asians requisitioned to life in the mines or on the rails – diversity and unity are America’s Exceptionalism.
Bible read, denied or convenient prop — whether Ol’ Glory true blue or Party Politics belittling, demeaning and labeling others for self-defense – we face another, Gate, through which we see our hollowed-out sense of security – the dark side of, Follow the Money.
America is a Veteran of revolutionary birth, paradise lost, Depression, Wall Street induced tidal waves increasing gaps in income parity and, Bankers Remorse – all while enduring the ruthlessness of wars, responsibilities of peace and truth that, any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.
Commemorate this: every crumbling infrastructure is Standing Rock; every grisly glossed over DeVos is Brown v. Board of Education; every Sessions fake recusal obstruction, Constitutional assassination — and every recompense, insufficient compensation for Mike Pence hypocrisy.
The arrogance and avarice of those who serve only themselves, disgraces all we honor on Memorial Day. Within the stark differences between civic statesmanship and Corporatism is the Veteran’s query: for what do we live, defend and die?
As Veterans of 2016, can we not reconsider what we honor, and perhaps in honor of all First Responders, refrain from calling each other, stupid, for all listening stops after that.
Nonetheless, there’s no difference between the violence seen at Trump campaign rallies, Gianforte’s body slamming a reporter and Turkish Body Guards brutally attacking peaceful American protesters on American soil – failing to recognize that, what excuse can we offer those we honor on Memorial Day, for sacrificing their lives or mental and physical health?
We are not here to judge, nor diminish the well-being of fellow Americans, for that can only dishonor the United States of America.
Life’s breath is not our gift to choke hold clean air and quality education for all. None have been called to undercut nutritious food for children, lead-free water for cities, nor to defund creativity or allow the wealthy to slash the intellectual development of the poor.
During the transition period before Donald Trump’s Inauguration, son-in-law, Jared Kushner allegedly told Russians he wanted to set up a secret communication channel with the Kremlin to avoid scrutiny by America’s National Security structure.
For our uniformed heroes, military, fire-fighters, police, nurses, doctors and Hidden Figures, who protect and defend all Americans, let us share a Buddy Bench, in every neighborhood.
Whether a friend struggling with addiction – a family member in need of medical assistance – a nation consumed by foreign wars – or a stranger on an Oregon train, greater love has no one than this: to lay down his life for another.
America was not given great power to serve America first, but to serve Americans who honorably serve the equality and sanctity of humankind.
We are the Memory Keepers, who carry on. Therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.