2023 Amazing Grace or a Never, Never Land of Ignoring Lies with Hypocrisy – Best of TREMR Featured Writer & OpEdNews.com Headline

Posted on January 2, 2023 Updated on January 3, 2023

Given the thousands of immigrants risking all to live in America:  death by drowning, opportunistic Coyotes abandoning them in 100-degree locked trucks – and free busing to freezing locations as far away from Texas and Florida as possible, begs the question… 

Why so many hues of brown, follow white European examples believing, red Americans still have a place where dreams are born, without Reservations or promises scorned, like forgotten New Year’s Resolutions, indigenous treaties, Japanese internment, or our greatest gift to be:  give me your tired and poor yearning to breathe free.

Perhaps our time is never planned for pro-active action transforming from the USA on everyone’s chart, to being what was in our Founding Fathers’ collective heart:  an ever forever dream come true art.

It was miles beyond Columbus on unchartered ocean blue lite only by the moon, explaining his missing us in 1492.  Prevailing sailing Italian Amerigo Vespucci in 1499, however, found us right here where we will forever stand – if we only keep an open mind, so then suddenly we find the ever promised, but never completely, freedom land.

We’ll have a treasure if we’re welcoming there, more precious far than gold.  For once joining Lady Liberty lighting the way there, the American Dream can never, ever grow into a Congress sold by greed made bold and soullessness foretold.

And that’s our home where Lincoln’s dreams were born, where news time was never gossip nor conjecture, even when time failed all the promised land’s plans:  Camelot’s Chariot under fire departure, plummeted our hearts into traitors’ hands, deeply wounding our desire to fly on hopeful wings forever in the never harmonious promised homeland, until everyone sings.

Surely, we’ll have a treasure if we only stay like Good Samaritans there, more precious than a fool’s bold resume embellishments for political gold.  For once we have found our way home there, the American Dream can never, never grow old.

It may not be the reason our nation’s history keeps reenacting, what is past is prologue, akin to New Year’s Resolutions revolving like toy trains under the tree, lost in a fog.

And that’s the way it is and shall ever be, as long as we skim the surface of scammers waving and hugging flags with a wink and a nod, forgetting the lies we tell ourselves choke individual thinking like peas in a pod.

That’s how our American dreams are stillborn when we fail time given, but never unlimited, is banned, because our preparations for visible climate disaster, have rarely been planned.

Just think of the happiness denied those who come after us expecting to fly on wings soaring forever, though not in an ever-neglected land.

So, is America merely a mirage, of an oasis that never, ever was the land where dreams are born, or not?  Just think:  our very survival plan awaits our plot.

Time, however, is being lost to us every day; pickpocketed by Captains of industry, Media A.I. programming and MAGA political Hooks tango dancing fairytales, whisking away the Clear and Present Danger to our Nation’s diversity fears; puppets strung along by those like ALEC promising to make them puppeteers, but betraying them, like us, to the sum of all our fears.

The failure is not our American COVID wake-up call, suicides, mass shootings and feet of killer snow burying life’s dreams below.  The failure is that too many believe dealing with the visible immediacy without ever seriously investigating the root causes isn’t lunacy.

While ringing bells, red buckets and bearded padded costumed men in red suits summon our Scrooge’s generous spirit in the month of December, our memories are not planned for reality checks:  homelessness and hunger are not limited to the last month of each year, remember.

Perhaps the dropping ball in Times Square could forbid our dropping another stall on Americans needing to be seen and heard beyond Thanksgiving in November.

It’s our, Gettysburg Address asking, What You Can Do for Your Country that lifts us up to keenly deem the extension of Lincoln’s, I Have a Dream – when we never again make our American Dream a never was Land of the Free and a Home open to all yearning to be free.

10% of annual giving takes place the last three days of the year – which might work if the newly jobless, homeless and children who depend on schools for hot meals Monday-Friday and food insecurity fear 365 days and nights, would, like Christmas in January, just disappear.

Exchanging our self-dishonesty for an American dream come true reality, we here solemnly resolve that our American Dream ability thrives best when all living here benefit mutually from every American’s dream virility.

That’s the America where dreams are born!