New Year’s Resolutions
2023 Amazing Grace or a Never, Never Land of Ignoring Lies with Hypocrisy – Best of TREMR Featured Writer & OpEdNews.com Headline
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.
With a Song in My Heart
If America is to be an unchained melody of our Declaration of Independence, Gettysburg Address and I Have a Dream we’re going to have to
do a whole lot better at, Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself.
Virginia, the Mother of Presidents, wasn’t Virginia is for Lovers, for Richard and Mildred Loving, nor yet loving women enough to ratify the ERA. Curious how Supreme Court seemed more loving during Massive Resistance to school Integration in the 1950s, than the current Roberts & Scalia Court of private opinions.
Notwithstanding The Affordable Obamacare Act and Same Sex Marriage decisions, choices in Bush v. Gore and Citizens United mar American claims of Justice for All, just as Baltimore’s City Jail whipping post did between 1885-1938.
The loving equality chiseled above the Supreme Court entrance in our nation’s capital is now a cliché of justice denied, even to those trumped by un-presidential republican candidates – rendering The Wind Beneath My Wings, as hollow as the Right Wing’s, Support Our Troops. Great sentiments, but, What’s Love Got to Do with It?
It’s time we realize, true patriots don’t speak as a child, but have instead, put away childish things, like Second Amendment rewrites to profane militia. Grownup patriots save a child’s future from
- Michigan Governor Rick Snyder’s Flint Water
- Duke Energy Dan River Coal Ash Spill
- Gushing greed rippling from January 10, 1901 Spindletop Hill Texas
- SoCal Methane Gas Leak in Porter Ranch Estates
- Decrease in Rain Forest and increase in extinction of earth’s inhabitants
- The myriad of fruit from our denial: Fracking, sinkholes, mudslides, floods, tornadoes, El Nino
It’s increasingly difficult for the multitude of consumers, homeless veterans and minimum wage earners to, unlike Mozart, stand muted in the jungle of Wall Street’s monkey business, harmonizing to, I Will Always Love You.
However, Our Love is Here to Stay could be more, Love Actually, and potentially as timeless as, The Age of Adaline, if only we stop treating the promise of the Statue of Liberty like a New Year’s Resolution.
What if every breath we take is potentially full of, I’ve had the Time of My Life, we Whistle a Happy Tune, while ignoring the Climate Change, Chipotle and snowball Congress we leave our children?
Our 2016 election results need to conduct the world’s melodies in a refrain of, Can you Feel the Love Tonight, or we’re no better than the Florida residents of The Villages, who threw their children and grand-children under the Paul Ryan bus.
From elementary school to voting booth, all our children need a love that enables their moving forward, shaking off the dust of our over consumerism – a love that lights their life’s journey away from TPP, to the truth of a world at peace with the earth.
Whether a Nation Under God or Out of Many, One, we either bequeath Free Will & The Bill of Rights, or Inherit the Wind of the Money Changers.
The time is now. Our 2016 votes need to wake up all politicians, especially members of Congress, repeal Citizens United and reverse the unloving results of tax cuts for billionaires, secret international trade deals and Trickle-Down food deserts.
Let us hold a mirror up to shameless K Street Lobbyists, GOP Governors, Republican Legislators and Banksters, by leading, by example, our Congress and U. S. Supreme Court — fixing our thoughts, votes and actions on what is true to the common good.
Love is a Many Splendor Thing, but tomorrow is no longer just another day, for we are already late to The Good Fight to preserve, protect and defend the America of thee I sing. Or can we yet see, In Your Eyes, You Make My Dreams, come true?
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