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In Thanksgiving for the Memories

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Before the night-terrors began, dreams were in play – dreams of racial and gender equality, even equal pay.Bird of Ice 250

Healthy dreams of affordable care for mind, body and soul; Dreams of an Equal Rights Amendment, a livable minimum wage, single payer and Medicaid extended.

Dreams prioritizing support for our troops, when Veterans, sustaining their defense against traumatic mental and physical damage, unemployment and homelessness descended.

 I remember it well:  our cornerstone of rockets’ red glare bursting into the fresh air of Freedoms ensconced forever in the firm grip of a French Lady promising Liberté to masses yearning to breathe free – until we slammed the Golden Rule door.

   I remember it well.  We met at the 1621 treaty signing between the Wampanoag tribe and the Pilgrims of the Plymouth colony.  I was on time.

No, you are remembering too late.

I remember it well.  We dined with New World discoverer, Columbus and friends.

We dined alone, in Rio de Janeiro until that Italian explorer, Amerigo Vespucci sailed ashore like some travelling troubadour.

A tenor sang

No, a baritone

Ah, yes, I remember it well.  The New World Order called, America, created under God’s moon.

There was no moon nor America that night, and it was South America

That’s right. That’s right.

It warms my heart, to know that you, remember still, the way you do.

Ah, yes, I remember it well:  How often I’ve thought of that first summer night

It, was a brisk March evening.

I remember it well:  surviving a long ocean voyage and hostile winter in Thanksgiving to God!

Perhaps Christians with more guts, owe thanksgiving too, to Wampanoag who befriended us;

Showing strangers in a strange land how to fish, plant corn and gather berries and nuts.

I remember that night when we had our last rendezvous, and somehow I foolishly wondered if you might be thinking as I do.  I rode all night, just me alone to warn, the Red Coats are coming in just a few.

No not alone, not you.  Before the dawn of Valley Forge, while Congress slept behind closed doors, women too rode out to warn Minute Men of the coming Red horde.

Ah, yes, I remember it well.  We men, better than most…

Not so exceptional to boast.

Those Russian songs

From Muslim sailors at a mosque on Cuba’s coast?

Ah, yes. I remember it well.  You wore a gown of gold.

Not quite Red, White and Blue?

Am I getting old?

Oh, no, not you.  How strong you were, how young and gay.  A prince of peace, in every way.

Ah, yes, I remember it well.

It wasn’t King Ferdinand nor Queen Isabell, who launched a thousand ships in 1492, but rather Muslims in 1178 who, sailed the ocean blue – introducing Islam to Latin American hue.

In the early fall of 1621, Thanksgiving was a happy accident:  Pilgrim Edward Winslow wrote, “we exercised our arms!”  Think more Open Carry than gymnasium event.

There was so much Iraqi-like celebratory firing in the air, neighboring Wampanoag, thinking the foreigners were under attack, rushed to defend them, loaded for bear.

In thanksgiving, the Pilgrims invited the Americans to stay for dinner, and both English immigrants and native born agreed, Lincoln’s idea a winner.

Inspired invaders and their Good Samaritan neighbors, proclaiming we reap what we sow, more gun play was the order of the day, for unsuspecting doe.

Natives provided Venison; foreigners first harvest farmers’ market, and voilà it’s done.

There was land and water fowl aplenty, seafood, pumpkin and, of course, cornbread for ill-mannered sopping, with no hint of the foul play of treaty flip-flopping.

Yet, in time, inter-cultural bridges were squashed, by the craven craving the land of the free braves and labors of the unwashed.

When only fear and hate abide between truth and lies, the tie that binds the middle to East and West is compromised.

Our promise lost to the dark side when love is denied and open arms giving refuge succumbs to prejudicial pride.

I remember it well:  Dallas, Watergate, Trickledown, Pre-emptive Iraq invasion, and Patriot Act betraying American Exceptionalism.


2 U Who Inherit the 

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Now, you who Inherit the Wind, coal ash water, fired up earth — no burying heads in sand, hearts in partying, nor minds in oblivious whining – for in lost elections there is liberal education to recapture the essence of citizenship, civility and creative economic opportunity.

Free at last, free at last!  Thank Conservative dollars Almighty, #PBO is free at last, to be all we voting Yes We Can believers, hoped he’d change us into being.

You who will inherit the earth can be forgiven for thinking Obama could change American politics and even save the world single handedly, for thanks to us, so did he:  from Chicago’s Grant Park November 4, 2008, when we cried tears of joy with Oprah until, Happy Days Are Here Again faded under the residue of the Mushroom Cloud administration, with Conservative Republicans, delivering us unto Recession and Wall Street unto Too Big To Jail.

Y/Millennium, you inherit the earth from Baby Boomers, without the I Have a Dream wisdom of Thoreau, if you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.  Instead, in part due to I got this, we, self-satisfied that electing a different looking president, guaranteed a different looking results, went home.

If you’re under 40 years old, you are going to inherit the earth we allow the old white predominately male bonus laden Wall Street CEO’s and their Congressional puppets leave us.

Before 140 character attention vapors evaporate, or irresistible Instagram urges plow asunder new butt cheeks discussion, let’s consider…

  • Whether a peaceful Hands Up protester or police state racist; a twenty something voter or political coaster; a misinformed or uninformed thirties Open Carry Right Wing Nutcase or Nader gator Green Energy part-time park tent Occupier — you will inherit the earth the Koch brothers and Koch heads like Mitch McConnell, Sheldon Adelson, John Boehner, Karl Rove, Ted Cruz, pork slicer Joni Ernst and pig torturer Chris Christie bequeath you — unless we expose and repudiate such earthly inheritance and vote globally.
  • When limiting individual focus to personal issues like student loans or Net Neutrality, you may inherit the earth left behind by Attorneys General Alberto Gonzales & Eric Holder DOJ designated Too Big to Fail, unless we become a part of a conversation broader than the latest bar or sports score.
  • Whether we acknowledge, or not, the impact on us by ISIS be-headings, our tax dollars bombing, military and campus rape, school shootings’ acceptance, hazing & pledging deaths, reality show of fixable gender and racial inequities in our income and prison ratios — without our electoral attention, you will inherit an earth starved of essential equity, blotted out by food, environment and even jobs that kill more people born after 1974 faster, than birthrate before Watergate.
  • Being redirected by pocket lined Republicans killing Jobs Bill or oil soaked Keystone pipeline sod, or not knowing calling it Obamacare or Affordable Care Act, it’s the Insurance Companies’ economy stupid, you will inherit a TPP Corporatism scorched earth without Single Payer, Medicare for All, Extended Medicaid but with, overcrowded emergency room panic.
  • If we can’t hyperlink our Ellis Island past and Statue of Liberty inheritance with our Immigration vs. Deportation future; if social devices prevent critical thinking, then those under 30 inherit an earth of melting icebergs, fossil fuel emissions and top heavy economic imbalance, instead of a freed from the shackles of corporate obstruction and Conservative gridlock, though neither saint nor messiah Obama – a chess player finally free, with our help, to make his game changer moves for Z/Boomlets who will inherit the earth.Z Boomlets Generation