I can’t think of any reason to respect Sarah Huckabee-Sanders or Kellyanne Conway, as both choose to program Americans with, Alternative Facts, but Sean Spicer’s calling any truth to power a, disgrace, was the funniest joke of the now infamous White House Correspondence Dinner.
The people you can fool all of the time, now award Trump a Nobel, for wishing his French hand-holding had yielded a modicum of what hand grasping North and South Korean leaders accomplished, two stepping over their uncommon common boarder – unification without our loud mouth or their missile tests.
I’m finally with Tillerson: The Washington Press Corp spends too much time talking about unimportant distractions — how many times Trump & Macron touched awkwardly, but scarcely a vocal fry regarding Trump’s 115th rubber stamp’s silent treatment of Macron’s message to Congress.
It’s all in the marketing: now programming puppeteers are pitching Netanyahu’s malleable honesty over Iranian nuclear lies, while ignoring those of his American comrade.
There is no honor, intelligence or patriotism in being a programmed pawn — wittingly or not – and no empathy for imperfection, nor attempts at perfection in any POV that feigns ridiculing others is higher ground.
There is overwhelming hypocrisy in NRA forbidding guns in Mike Pence event and dangerous irony in leaders so fearing the practice of our First Amendment and all-inclusive voting privileges, they can neither embrace our rainbow reality nor be a Gettysburg Address or Statue of Liberty beacon.
Within the annual migration, asking, seeking and knocking for a few crumbs from the table of abundance set by a people still thinking themselves, the world’s breadbasket, there is an opportunity to lift our eyes from programmed phones, long enough to dissolve global envy turned hate, by refusing to elect those who motivate international laughter and national tears.
Imagine, if in all future elections, we open ourselves to our dreaming child within, and instead of name-calling and negative labeling, we disembark our programmed treadmill to question:
- Which is better for our children, the land of Lincoln or the trumped
- Is, if it bleeds it leads myopic media informing or brainwashing
- Who’s really dictating Red Mapping and Blue Waves & why
- Were their mass gun murders in schools when students had Recess
- Is Tiffany Cross’, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander and former Jeb Bush adviser Michael Steel’s defense of enablers Mitch McConnell, Paul Ryan and other Trumpisms, helpful or self-destructive
We certainly need more engagement, including the courage to admit, spoken gest is not the only locale for true words; then being reasonable, save a date for mutual respect and solo reflection, knowing:
- ICE is now USA National Police Force, programmed to delete our humanity with me first violence v. NC’S Mecklenburg County Sheriff’s election.
- Traitors are not always as obvious as elected Republicans
- Daniel Ellsberg and Deep Throat warned us about Trump’s stormy Russia-gate
There is little statesmanship in leaving behind a book, like Gerald Ford, after you’re dead, but some hope when politicians speak truth before they’re gone. The greatest pain, however, is in the realization that, it’s all been a performance for the programming of the programmed.
Our polarization was programming for and by the reinvigoration of a too big to jail, Military Industrial Complex of Madison Ave, Wall Street and Pentagon titans, prioritizing financial global empire, at the expense of the health and welfare of American civilians and our children’s all-volunteer military.
As a theatre director, I didn’t find Michelle Wolf’s routine particularly funny. Her hesitancy and breathlessness likened her performance to a Chorus Line audition. However, feeling the fear and doing it anyway, intentionally or not, she reminded us, when we go low, as the lowest we’ve produced, we may find ourselves keeping company with hypocritical press, politicians, Evangelicals, racists, abusers, Bullies, Pedophiles and Presidents.
Nonetheless, no truer words were ever more deserved than her admonition of our news media, wallowing in their malaise of hyperbole and regurgitation accompanied by smirks — thinking themselves superior to we who facilitated their situating Donald Trump within reach of nuclear war.
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?