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.
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?
Tuesday November 8, 2016, is the next opportunity for Americans to choose between Red State intimidation, federally sanctioned torture, Wall Street fear mongering and hope, change and Yes We Can. Missing from our ballots, in name only, is GW Bush v. Barack Obama.
We will be voting not only for who will succeed Barack Obama, but what.
I’ve never been an Obama worshipper, nor a believer of what Republicans have said about him. Like Jefferson, Madison, Monroe and Wilson, President Obama is a product of his time, necessarily touching the hem of the garment of compromise, better than most — chess playing his battle choices, arguably gaining more than he gave up to corporate giants and their political puppets.
Before Tuesday November 7, 2000, I never believed there were financial CEOs, smoke screening tobacco companies, pharmaceutical drug dealers, Food Desert creators addicting the unsuspecting to diabetes, nor elders of black gold polluting earth, air and water.
Never did I believe oral in the Oval could so poison thinking, contaminate judgement and corrode our electoral process that both American voters, and those who distain the privilege with abstinence, could so tea stain our national ideals, sacrifice our young on foreign and domestic battlefields and murder The American Dream, in selected neighborhoods.
Before the ascension of George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, I never imagined the party of Barry Goldwater could, with malice aforethought, deposit America’s deposits in the out-house of Corporatism. However, now that the legacy of Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt has been so mutilated, isn’t it too late to, Go Set a Watchman, to warn us of the societal dangers in income disparity, gender inequality and an unlivable minimum wage?
Before, slavery, white supremacy and man’s inhumanity to man were forced underground with Good Friday’s bloodshed April 14, 1865, did, the South Shall Rise Again, foretell Citizens United and a gutted Voting Rights Law?
Averting our eyes in silence while others attempt to snatch the brass ring of a tarnished Exceptionalism, mistaking repetitive, braggadocios vain glory for God’s Will, do we not risk losing our souls on the altar of denial – not because we are an evil people, but because, in crucifixion, it is the not my job bystander who is the welcome mat allowing the evil of those who know not what they do, to nail our decency to the cross of hate for and fear of the creativity of diversity.
Putting our faith in bankruptcy experts and political prostitutes, guarantees easy Right now, but if we truly desire Heaven on earth, we need to reset our search engines to a higher ground. America’s survival will not be found in the distractions of Madison Avenue glitter, or the crowd think of the latest small screen device.
Long before my friendship with the voice of The Exorcist demon, Mercedes McCambridge, my Grandmamma shared with me her revelation of The War of Angels: the more you try to fight the good fight, the more the Devil, desperate for Likes and Followers, will connive to get you.
Listen, all our disharmony of Left v. Right, Black v. White, Environment v. Institutional greed, Gay v. Straight, Climate Injustice v. Oil Wars, Church v. State – is the same in-fighting in which humanity has engaged since before Christians were terrified that Darwin’s, pre-DNA theory of evolution by natural selection would uproot Eden’s Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
What really erodes a nation, is hating one’s fellow citizens and allowing the pitiful few to corral the global economy by financially raping the masses.
Truth is, except for brief shining moments, America has never lived out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, for, with the possible exception of the first Easter, there is no perfection on earth — certainly not in the fairytales of the half that has been told in our classrooms.
Ponder this, perhaps The Good Fight for redemption cannot be won by humankind alone. Perhaps the glory of resurrection, comes with our ascension from our eternal internal struggle between Johnny Rocco’s, Yeah. That’s it. More. That’s right! I want more, to fixing our thoughts on what is true, honorable, pure, lovely and admirable – on people, places and things that are excellent and worthy of praise, like the Assumption of The Golden Rule.