Trump’s ‘Gotta Behave’ — Headlined on

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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.

Patriotic citizens encircle our Jericho government, marching to tumble down its wall of lies, knowing there is more MIA in America than Trump’s tax returns and Mar-a-Lago visitors’ log.

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?



Finding Hope in Tornados, Indiana and the French Alps – Headlined by 3/30/15

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Only Chickens fear the RainbowWhere is the hope in sinkholes, school bus fires, gas-line explosions, Indiana Governor Mike Pence penning a world made straight and body parts strewed over the French Alps?

March 2015 was in like a lion and out like a pride fattened on racism, uniformed weapons and counting down the final minutes of life – and we can’t screen swipe away the losses, whether natural causes, state sanctioned discrimination or mass murder.

Diminished by Wall Street banks, perpetual wars, private prisons, and Corporatism’s financial takeover of electoral process, we are vulnerable to fear, mental health stigma, government denied food stamps, MIA Medicaid and Christians shaming Christianity in the secrets and lies of back room political idolatry, denying what Jesus promised in The Sermon on the Mount.

The question is not why innocents die, schizophrenic weather is, or non-thinkers vote against love.  It’s

  • Can hope blossom from toxins dumped by reactionary Industry leaders, continuing to erase FDR’s reversal of The Great Depression, with their slow erosion of The New Deal.
  • Can we virtually resurrect reverie from rear end rectories and retro state rectums refusing Rainbow reunification?
  • Can hope survive our being seduced into an all-consuming state of consumerism?
  • Can we imagine Lincoln’s united nation dream connecting our American Dream to hope of I Have a Dream? 

Does hope evaporate in the glare of the 245/277 Park Ave aggrandized few looking down on the many, as surfs in the new continental divide?  Where’s the hope for us?

  • In any vote against state of miss-information and gridlock.
  • In not being derailed by railroads or Robber Barons between our Civil War and WWII
  • In our grand-parents and their parents resisting the private militias (with great armories of munitions in American city arsenals) employed by household names like Prescott Bush, The DuPont family, General Motors, U. S. Steel, Republic Steel and Charles & David benefactor, Fred C. Koch, to defend their bottom line from those who really built it – and immolating our predecessors victories.
  • In genes that come from The Greatest Black, Brown, White, Yellow, Red, Protestant, Catholic, Jewish, Gentile, Muslim, Male, Female, Democratic Republican, Religious, Agnostic, Atheistic, Straight and LGBTQ Generation

Our 2015 DNA is linked to Founding Fathers, shoeless farmers at Valley Forge, Lincoln’s emancipated, 9/11 first responders as well as survivors of dust bowls, bread lines and Normandy beaches.

Hope springs eternal from belief in human rights, human beings, human kindness –

And the outreach example of humanity’s life changing Mentors:

  • Wearing yellow for Seth
  • The outcry over a grandfather visiting from India being attacked by police for walking down the street
  • A female school bus driver saving her child riders from fire
  • Teachers saving students from Sandy Hook to Oklahoma tornadoes

We need to choose carefully in whom and what we place our hope, for we can be propelled or suffocated by our hoped for direction.

It is for us, the hopeful, to lead by a transparent example of zero-tolerance for any kind of discrimination, bias, prejudice, be it inequitable economic opportunity, ERA denied ratification, police brutality, campus and military rape, racial chants or any elected official targeting the LGBT, or any American community, by signing into law the reversal of what young non-violent black activists challenged to prove America’s Exceptionalism, at the Woolworth Lunch Counter in 1960.

It’s hope that drives the entrepreneurial creative artists of Apple, Angie’s List, Disciples Of Christ Church, GAP, Lilly, NASCAR, NBA, NCAA, NIKE, OWS, San Francisco, Silicon Valley, Walmart — Alice Paul, Rosa Parks, Gloria Steinem, Senator Elizabeth Warren — to insist on progressive equality.

The question is not why we crash.  It’s how to embrace diversity, behaving lovingly, knowing death comes to us all, but hope for time united, may yet await us, in Requiem for The American Dream.