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In Aftermath:  Revelation or Denial – Headlined on OpEdNews.com

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An inferiority complex GIF featuring a golf ball knock down of a Secretary of State and, an online hoax about the death of Sally Field are a menace to a society already stressed by White House tweets inspiring violence, racism, North Korea, and threats to our immigrant heritage and affordable healthcare.

Playing humane chords of global awareness on instruments of hope, captures life’s harmony for humanity’s definite major purpose.  Our exceptional mission is not to harm or ridicule, but to share a life worth living — something the dark foundation of fear, anger, jealousy and hate can’t phantom.

Abrupt Climate Change is upon us, and we deserve better than Goldman Sachs and Gary Cohn’s, only morons pay the estate tax.  We deserve the wisdom discovered in a near death experience — for anything less, is succumbing to the denial of me first isolationism – So let’s call out Scott Pruitt.

Though costumed on the Congressional set of Lincoln — Sally, as the 16th president’s wife, in the balcony, and I, fighting for Connecticut on the floor below — it wasn’t until after the Richmond premiere, that Sally saw me without my Guilfoyle wig and beard.

During the revelry before tired and wired released triumph to farewell hugs and kisses, Sally recognized my voice – sans beard and wig – just an instant before my wife, camera in hand, requested our photo.  Sally silenced my protestations with, oh be quiet, can’t you see how proud she is of you – thus our duo was forever digitally cast.

Now, with overwhelming photographic proof that Climate Change has gone too far for us to catch it, the Emergency Management Reform Act directing DHS assistance, may be too late for FEMA to deploy volunteer personnel from Federal Executive Agencies — as a Surge Capacity Force where needed.

If empire building, Guantanamo, border wall propaganda, endless wars and, at an estimated annual cost of $156. Billion – maintaining approximately 800 U. S. Military Bases around the world – weren’t prioritized over funding School Breakfast and after school programs, the EPA, NEA, saving wheat production (which plummeted by 50% in 2016 due to abrupt weather changes) — FEMA might not need to redirect North Carolina Matthew relief to Harvey & Irma aftermath.

It may be too late to save our great-grandchildren from a planet reeling from serial rapists, but at least we could improve the quality of life for the remaining quantity.

There is no profit in being intimidated by K Street supremacists or defined by Wall Street towers.  How we venerate all life, nurture the new, encourage the young, accompany the elderly and value the excellence of love thy neighbor as thyself is our remuneration.

Years before Steven Spielberg’s September 22, 1862 Richmond, I had met Sally Field’s TV co-star on a NYC loading dock for RMS Queen Elizabeth II.  Only in my recent panicked search to discover the truth about the hoax concerning Sally did I discover we both knew, and loved, Madeleine Sherwood.  Sally for years, and I, for an Atlantic crossing.

Two pacers waiting to board for Southhampton, I became convinced each time our paths crossed, Madeleine was the mother of Tennessee Williams’ no neck monsters in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

She approached, you keep smiling at me, do I know you?  No, I explained, but I know who you are.  She laughed, oh, I thought you were someone I’d worked with but didn’t recognize; it’s so embarrassing when that happens.

Two solos, now duet, crossing the pond — early morning deck walks, always on her good ear side, and her accompaniment at the QE-2’s Sadie Hawkins dance.

On 9/11/17, in my rebroadcast of The Age of Consequences, Sophie Robinson reminded, “while we can’t yet imagine what can be done to save us from Abrupt Climate Change, every potential calamity faced by humankind, was faced not knowing how we would conquer it, until we did.”

OpEdNews.com posted my revelation about The Age of Consequences, April 23, 2016, — the day Sally’s and my friend died at 93.

Now, discharge mendacity before aftermath, and cherish those who pass through our lives, not as ships in the night, but beacons of light.

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The Difference between Activity, Action and Expiration Dates: Trump – Headlined on OpEdNews.com

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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.

Soulmate taught me, it’s not roots, but how we flower.