goldilocks

And here we (WE being the Democrat/Progressive Party) go again, eating our own, and not owning up to the fact that at least on a national level, we SUCK at finding common cause, let alone common sense in the selection of a candidate to run for President. Even if you do not watch the Debates (A debacle created by the Media for laugh sakes, and the promotion of their own Talking Heads), by the next days feed, anyone who can read will discover who the “winner” was by all the negative articles written about them. By the next day, the reporters (Not the Journalistic genre, but the folks who write with the intention of presenting a soap opera) will have tons of stories of sordid pasts, and incidents of ancient history which serve no purpose to assist in the Democrat party’s own destruction. Suddenly the voices of AOC are now commentary of vast intelligence, a too aggressive female a remake of Hillary, people of color being shunned, all of these make the headlines, with little substance but, tons of gloss! And oh yeah, you can also read which is the candidate de jour intimidating the Tramp trash haulers because suddenly the Russian Bots are publishing incriminating articles about them, with the permission of Zuckerberg, a narcissist capitalist who does not mind his profiting from the criminal element of Oligarchs himself!

Almost laughable, if our very existence as a nation, and perhaps a planet did not depend on defeating the Trump/Putin ticket…almost laughable but honestly miserably sad, because right in front of noses we (Again the WE are he Democrat/Progressive Party) seem to turn into Republicans, forgetting that YES! IN FACT, there are lessons from history we should study and from which we should learn.) WE will never find the purest of Blue, to ride the rough waters of presiding over this nation. No one woman or man can or will do that. But that is not the whole point either…even if WE win the White House and the Senate continues to be manipulated and bought, bribed, blackmailed by Russian Oligarchs it DOES not matter who sits in the White House!

And this entire debate about should some of the talking points coming from the mouths of the Democrat party contain the disdain, the mistrust, the comradeship, the blackmail and bribery of Trump OR not, is one fucking frustrating let BE AFRAID of the truth game of fools. We watched the GOP circus four years ago, now the Dems are doing their best to be even bigger fools. Seriously, we ask who are the adults in the Trump Administration, I ask where are the adults in trying to get both the Congress and the Executive Branch the majority party. First, replace the Putin puppets, then let's discuss the virtues and values almost dead.  I feel, I am living in the story of Goldilocks each and every day I hear one more story about too far left, too far right of center, or too center. Trump is evil, a liar and a want to be dictator, ain’t that all we need to concern our selves about?

Black friday

So its hoe, hoe, hoe, Black Friday, the official kickoff when we are now permitted to, or is it ordained by the government to say Merry Christmas, make America Christian again, and celebrate just what a Captain of Capitalism Jesus Christ had been. Today IS the day in the format and frenzy of religious beliefs as to how gifts should be purchased to honor the birth of Christ baby, (shoving, kicking, pulling, and threatening) and today is a showcase, the apex  the demonstration of the mercy and kindness, grace and sharing that Jesus brought unto this world, like greed, gluttony, and acts of grab and go are performed, by those still believe that Christmas is nothing unless you get something for free!.

But I digress, and if we were not living in the age of Trump (remember he is the heralded one to take the place of Jesus…just ask each and every Pay to Pray Evangelical Snake Oil Salesman who lay hands upon him and threaten the rest of the nation a vote against Trump is vote for the Rapture to arrive sooner than originally scheduled.), I would rant and rave about the joys of gotta have and gotta have now…but there is more to this blog than something we all know too well.

In case you have forgotten, and oh Dear Lord, you know the GOP Christian Evangelical  American Taliban hope you have…forgotten…we still have kids in concentration camps, kids separated from their families held in some obscure old Wal-Mart Warehouses, and kids as we speak placed for adoption. (Now ain’t that a kick the American pants, we hate brown-skinned people, but their kids, well they are yummy enough and cuddly enough to adopt, of course for a fee, a Betsy DeVos would have it no other way. So, the OFFICIAL Season kicks off of kicked off at 5:00 Thanksgiving Eve, I want a special shout out to four MAMA’s who I am certain are making sure their offspring are fed, educated, staying safe, and of course getting a whole bunch of gifts to honor Christ. To you Kristjan Nielson, you Goebbels  like Trump creation, sorting kids like they were items on a shelf, not giving one shit about the rest of THEIR lives, and to you Sarah HUCKABEE Sanders, all gussied up like a pig with lipstick oinking one lie after another regarding the separation of kids, and to you Kellyanne, no last name needed, cause evil is all that would follow anyway, betcha you have no more shits to give aiding abetting Trumps Racist act of genocide. And to all of the mothers or wives of the ICE and Border Agents who loved the idea of kicking and pushing and abusing someone else’s kids, ain’t this season of giving fucking fun!

It is Black Friday, and many an American will act the fool, thinking to buy as many gifs for their children is what Jesus wished for his upcoming birthday, and then there will be those parents who only wish they had their children to wish a Merry Christmas!

giving of thanks

Of course, and without much ado, I wish a day of Thanks for my family and friends. In our own specific way, we all have Given. There IS, of course, no direction attached to Giving Thanks, or Thanks for Giving. But for the billions of human beings, acts of kindness, acts of conscience, acts of altruism, and the ability of empathy are in the DNA from which we approach our first breath on Earth. To love is not a skill we must rehearse and rehearse, it should be as normal as inhaling and exhaling. To be loved, now that is a sly fox, we imagine is a natural part of life, but oftentimes we pretend, close our eyes and as we might blow out the last candle on our birthday cake, make that a wish, wish it so. 

In this world we find ourselves, some thriving, some just surviving, some carefree, some careless, some with unconditional fortitude, some with conditions like fortresses, some with a resolute so absolute, and sadly some with absolutely to resolve, just resistance. How much is too much, and what is it to behold nothing? 

I wish I could wish away the woes and worries of a world seemingly gone mad, I can’t. I wish I could collect the kindness splattered within the winds of change and change it all so each and every one of us knows, how to share and how to care, how to be cared for and how to include, the most magnificent among us to the mere stranger who likes us is a mortal, but worthy of our hearts and souls.

I am sad for the caged child, to the orphaned children, to the families living below a poverty level already too far below the ground. I am sad for those who want their freedom of their own bodies, the freedom of their gender priorities, the freedom to ignore the color of the pigmentation of their flesh, and to those who want the freedom to just be equal. 

I Give Thanks, for my voice, and with the silent become vocal. It is November 28, 2019, in America, we celebrate a holiday whose own origins were of misguided intentions, we have hopefully re-read history, but I want to Give Thanks that our current history of bigotry, lying, cover-up, crime, FEAR, and racism, dies a quick death. I want to celebrate Thanksgiving in the year 2020, with a clear vision, and promise for ALL of us on Earth!

go figure

“Knowledge is responsibility, which is why people resist knowledge.” ― Stefan Molyneux

“Silence is a lie that screams at the light.” ― Shannon L. Alder

“The first stage of ignorance is illusion, due to lack of exposure to reality
The second stage of ignorance is delusion, or the refusal to acknowledge reality. 
The third stage of ignorance is the rejection of altruism.” ― Justin K. McFarlane Beau

Ryan McCarthy On September 26, 2019, Ryan McCarthy was confirmed as the Secretary of the Army and was sworn into office on September 30, 2019. The Secretary has remained quiet as the so-called church mouse, in speaking out against the threats, the slander, the innuendo, and outright accusation that by doing his job protecting the Constitution and not the Trump criminal behavior against one his truly Patriotic Troops.

Tuesday, November 19, 2019 Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman, the National Security Council’s Ukraine expert, Testified before lawmakers on the House Intelligence Committee. He was immediate, surrounded by the GOP, all of them attempting to dismiss the crimes committed by Trump, but rather make Lt. Col. Vindman the bad dude, excusing any and all behavior of the Commander-In-Chief. Rep. Jim Himes, D-Conn, coming to the aid of Lt. Col. Vindman, replied“ The three minutes that were spent asking you about the offer made to make you the minister of defense, that may have been cloaked in a Brooks Brothers suit and in parliamentary language, that was designed exclusively to give the right-wing media an opening to question your loyalties,” “I want people to understand what that was all about. It’s the kind of attack — it’s the kind of thing you say when you’re defending the indefensible,” he said. Laura Ingraham, during her comedy hour, kind of like the TV show Hee-Haw, for the mentally challenged Republican viewer, questioned the patriotism and loyalty of National Security Council member, Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman.

Defense Secretary Mark T. Esper asked for the resignation of Navy Secretary Richard V. Spencer on Sunday after losing confidence in him over his handling of the case of a Navy SEAL accused of war crimes in Iraq, the Pentagon said.

Spencer’s ouster was another dramatic turn in the story of Chief Petty Officer Edward Gallagher, a Navy SEAL who was accused of committing war crimes during a 2017 deployment. Gallagher was acquitted of murder but convicted in July of posing with the corpse of an Islamic State prisoner. 

A truth-teller, a member of the Military who believed in the morals and values not only of the United States and Constitution but of his duties as a soldier, is lambasted and lampooned by the Republican Party as ragtag cultist group dedicated to suppressing facts, while a criminal, an arrogant son of a bitch, cocky dude, ignores all precedent and practice retains his war hero status, lauded and applauded by the GOP. One might ask the question, “Go figure…” but then reality is nothing but a dream, replaced with a nightmare of deceit and distrust, and the demise of democracy!

cross word puzzle

I woke up late today. Slept in, longer than usual, and felt a malaise mingling or was it meandering among my thoughts, the kind of flashes that zig and zag as perhaps remaining in bed even a minute too long, provides a person’s brain to burst with just too many ideas! For no reason, except the trauma of Trump has enveloped by psyche, similar to other ( autonomic involvement — what your body does automatically without conscious effort (heart beating, temperature regulation, breathing). As I began to finally get out of the confines of the blankets and cocoon of pillows pushed and puffed in perfect placement, I thought about Anne Frank! Then trying to sit up with one hand, (my left shoulder cradled in a sling, so nothing stitched could become unwoven and injured,) my brain asked me to consider the antidotal story of her crossword puzzle. Suddenly two actions were in place at the same time, the first “fuck when is this shoulder going to get better…) and second, whether true or not imagine living life, erasing all the responses from a crossword puzzle in which you know the answers, but still must pretend the questions are new and different. Crazy, I thought, struggling to get my long t-shirt over my head, but SERIOUSLY, my brain responded, what kind of existence might that be like. The battle of the T-Shirt with an almost immobile shoulder finally and painfully won, I still struggled with the idea of knowing the truth yet having to pretend it never existed, only to fill in the blanks and make it real until it was time to erase the facts and start all over again!

I ignored my phone, and its litany of news flashes, breaking news, and news you need to know, considering that maybe today I would pretend reality was a joke, and having laughed just enough at its punchline, it would go away. I rushed to the bathroom, as most 70-year-old men might do, peed, washed my hands then brushed my teeth, but nagging somewhere between my gut and temples of my brain, all I could perseverate about was, the idea that if and when Anne Frank actually erased the answers to that crossword puzzle, how frustrating it must have been to let the truth disappear, only to make way for it to live again, as each and every question of the crossword puzzle found its appropriate and correct answer.

My little honey of a dog, Chance, not one for sleeping in or able to use the indoor bathroom, was giving me the PLEASE take me out, I have to pee look and mini yelps, so I, as a loving pet owner, using my good arm, placed his leash over his body and he and I walked the same route, at the same pace, he all perky and pleased, and I stuck on the idea, that the truth is known, the facts are real, no matter how the Enablers/Republican Russian Party Oligarch Politicians wish otherwise…Trump is a criminal, his gang of Crime Family goons as guilty…treason is rampant in America…but each day, it seems once we fill in the answers to the crossword puzzle, the facts get erased and we start all over again. Chance had his walk and his call from nature, we returned home, and I found myself eagerly running into our home office, almost dragged to my computer, feeling the disease of Trump flowing through my body…and here I am having to speak up, speak out and sadly speak once again in total frustration. I can NOT imagine, how Anne Frank and her family and friends, lived in SILENCE, and how every few days, Anne Frank had to erase the facts and start all over again. 

moral

Navy Secretary Richard Spencer fired over handling of Eddie Gallagher's SEAL trident” The rule of law is what sets us apart from our adversaries," Spencer wrote. "Good order and discipline are what has enabled our victory against foreign tyranny time and time again." "Unfortunately, it has become apparent that in this respect, I no longer share the same understanding with the Commander in Chief who appointed me, in regard to the key principle of good order and discipline," he continued. "I cannot in good conscience obey an order that I believe violates the sacred oath I took in the presence of my family, my flag and my faith to support and defend the Constitution of the United States. Defense Secretary Mark Esper has fired Navy Secretary Richard Spencer and ordered that Navy SEAL Chief Eddie Gallagher keep his trident, a Pentagon spokesman confirmed on Sunday.

Defense Secretary Mark Esper, the coward that you are, and the lack of understanding good from bad, right from wrong, a demonstration of disgusting behavior by Eddie Gallagher laughing having his picture taken with a dead prisoner, YOU if anyone should be fired and out of duty to this nation at least resign. Trump, may have the Title of Commander-In-Chief, but all you are doing is acting the ass licking Nazi, of “just following orders.” You think for one moment Trump has a conscience and is even aware of his insidious behavior, yet, pretending that morals and values must yield to a man (Trump) empty and void, callous and acting as a Russian Asset to undermine the stability of this nation, you lick his ass, pretending that for even a second, Trump’s decision was for the good of the nation. Indeed, you are just one more enabler permitting Trump to play to his base of bigots and idiots. KUDO’S to Navy Secretary Richard Spencer for maintaining his balls and backbone, while you are nothing but a castrated puppet for a very dangerous wannabe dictator, named Donald “Bone Spur” Trump!

the stand

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” (A Tale of Two Cities/Charles Dickens)

Defense Secretary Mark T. Esper asked for the resignation of Navy Secretary Richard V. Spencer on Sunday after losing confidence in him over his handling of the case of a Navy SEAL accused of war crimes in Iraq, the Pentagon said. Spencer’s ouster was another dramatic turn in the story of Chief Petty Officer Edward Gallagher, a Navy SEAL who was accused of committing war crimes during a 2017 deployment. Gallagher was acquitted of murder but convicted in July of posing with the corpse of an Islamic State prisoner. In his appearance on Fox & Friends, Gallagher said he was “overjoyed” by Trump’s intervention. “I don’t know how many times I’ve thanked the president. He keeps stepping in and doing the right thing,” he said. (Washington Post)

House Intelligence Committee Chairman Adam Schiff, a Democrat, called out the network in his opening statement. "Col. Vindman, we have seen far more scurrilous attacks on your character," he said. "And watched as certain personalities on Fox have questioned your loyalty. I know that you have shed blood for America, and we owe you an immense debt of gratitude. I hope no one on this committee will become part of those vicious attacks." Schiff may also have been referring to an Oct. 28 episode of Laura Ingraham's primetime show, during a conversation with a guest, former Bush administration lawyer John Yoo. "Now, wait a second, John,” Ingraham said. “Here we have a U.S. national security official who is advising Ukraine, while working inside the White House, apparently against the president’s interest, and usually they spoke in English. Isn’t that kind of an interesting angle on this story?!” Yoo, an unpaid Fox News guest, replied: "I find that astounding. Some people might call that espionage." (The Hollywood Reporter) Vindman has drawn increasing ire from the president ever since it was revealed that he reported two events to an NSC lawyer earlier this year, most notably Trump’s July 25 phone call with the president of Ukraine because Vindman was concerned they could endanger national security. The public attack on Vindman stands out from Trump’s typical stream of attacks on his perceived enemies precisely because it did not originate in Trump’s personal account, but instead came from an official social media account. (CNBC)

“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out on the other side. Or you don't.”/ “Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number and is always trying to get back home.” (The Stand/Stephen King.) I shall remain, briefly, without my own input or comment. Facts matter, the fool speaking fiction always seems to have the footlight follow him or she, noise collects the incoherent leading them to that one lonely light bulb on a porch on a warm summer; night. They seek what they want to believe is the enlighten of an electrical charge, whose sole purpose is to burn you alive. There are signs of the Trump disease, and the first of the pox upon your own soul comes from the words and misdeeds of FOX. Be afraid, because once they confirm the madness of a maniac, and you swallow the pill, death, and doom and dumb will follow! 

had to have high hopes

“Had to have high, high hopes for a living. Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision Always had high, high hopes (High, high hopes) Had to have high, high hopes for a living Didn't know how but I always had a feeling I was gonna be that one in a million Always had high, high hopes” (High Hopes/Panic at the Disco)

To whom shall I preach, I said to my computer today, the family, friends, and acquaintances, reading my blog, supplying their own indignant retorts regarding a Twirl-A-Whirl, so of its course, that up is down and the only walls around them are used to bounce rather than balance! Enemies are now those in Military uniforms or professionals whose vocation and occupation and purpose is Patriotism and the promises we as a nation, once conceived and obliged to laws, no longer nor contain relevance. We debate with the third rate wanna be self-righteous fame whores such as Jimmy Jordon/Devin Nunes/Lindsey Graham/Ron Johnson/and John Kennedy not of the Kennedy clan of Massachusetts but of the Kennedy KLAN of Louisiana. And as out of breath we find ourselves presuming facts actually matter and history has relevance and continues to demonstrate its educational values, we huff and puff, and actually DEBATE (a verb which has lost all of its original intent and meaning) against such overt simpletons afraid of the power of democracy such as: Ingraham/Hannity/Miller/Kushner/Pompeo/Barr/Pence to name a few!

Unless the MAGA caps have begun to act like the parasite in Alien, containing the virus to make your brain shrink, unless you are still discovering new portals to hell inside Trump’s as, a place in which your head is stuck, unless you are of the very insane and sad world of Christianity permitting you to compare the word and work of Christ similar to Trump, OR unless you are a  Nazi (never a good one), a South never lost the war/ purveyor of white sheets and robes/ a believer that Jesus makes house calls to Pat Robertson/Falwell Junior/the entire Cruz Family/Rick Perry or Sarah Palin, or that 1% eager to take all their money when they die to Hell, while permitting Hell on Earth, OR just one fucked up idiot who loves a good lie and finds facts feckless…you MUST understand that the argument NOT to IMPEACH Trump is old and worn and is currently being life supported for Russian interference 2.0. The GOP still speak that there was no Russian interference in 2016. The GOP still evokes Hillary’s email. The GOP speaks of a coup by Dems, while ALL the while has done pretty, pretty, pretty well in running a shadow government arranged by Trump, managed by Giuliani, and enabled by McConnell. And YET the Talking Heads ( a colorful version of the original BENETTON models, every shape, gender, and color) surround us with BS/ based on nothing but BS, and somehow we think we know the answers of the future, when in fact it is the facts of the past which we totally ignore! A guilty man stands before us, trying to hide among the mess of minions who are a part of a Crime Family supported and or blackmailed by Russian Oligarchs paid and prompted by Putin. And all we do is talk and talk, drip in sweat, knowing wrong is defeating right, and life goes on. I still have to have “high hopes for a living,” or the thought is only watching the death of democracy for generations and generations waiting a chance to live free and unafraid!

Moral Obligation

Moral obligation is an obligation arising out of considerations of right and wrong. It is an obligation arising from ethical motives, or a mere conscientious duty, unconnected with any legal obligation, perfect or imperfect, or with the receipt of a benefit by the promisor of a material or pecuniary nature.

“If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.” ― John F. Kennedy
“It is feasible and easy everywhere to undermine administrative power and, in fact, it has been drastically weakened in all Western countries. The defense of individual rights has reached such extremes as to make society as a whole defenseless against certain individuals. It is time, in the West, to defend not so much human rights as human obligations.” ― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn “If a policy is wrongheaded, feckless and corrupt, I take it personally and consider it a moral obligation to sound off and not shut up until it's fixed”-David Hackworth

We have reached the edge, of the precipice,  and have begun witnessing, the milestones of democracy filter through our feet, like tiny crumbs of ancient empires, they  fall at first like the breezy snowflakes, reminding us that a blizzard awaits; but all we hear is the clitter clattering to a bottomless and exit less pit of AUTHORITARIANISM!  We ALL know the truth, the facts, the spin denying the sincere, but this time each and every Republican in Congress as drunk from the Russian KOOL-AID, and as if infected with the thrills of tyranny and treason rather than delight in the decency of democracy, they have and WILL continue to refuse to stop the free fall of America and watch, instead, its demise and destruction! Even with one of the worst human conditions, cancer, with the patient at Stage Four, there is hope for health and recovery, because of a will to try and try to succeed, to succeed in making the outcome positive. Be it more corrupt religious-oriented judges, the wealthier donor becoming even less burdened with the responsibility of taxes, of just the greed and gluttony of working for some of the people, the GOP remains a roadblock, REFUSING TO RECOGNIZE ITS MORAL OBLIGATION! 

“It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world, and moral courage so rare. ... Courage without conscience is a wild beast. ... Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.”-Mark Twain

If you see something that is not right, not fair, not just, you have a moral obligation to do something about it.-John Lewis

A man should live his life a certain way not because of some divine authority, but because of a personal moral obligation to himself and others.-Jodi Picout

I became convinced that noncooperation with evil is as much a moral obligation as is cooperation with good.” -Martin Luther King Jr

America, wake up, we are suffering the consequences of foolhardy Fascists, not a man or woman in the Republican Party is ready to fight for our rights, but are eager to embrace the chance that once democracy dies, they live like Vampires forever and ever and ever!

how silent

Tinnitus is the hearing of sound when no external sound is present. While often described as a ringing, it may also sound like a clicking, hiss or roaring. The Sound of Silence Based on this information and the aforementioned studies, it can be determined that silence does have a sound. ... In space, there is no sound, yet even if one were to hold their breath and stop their pulse, they would still experience the internal hum of tinnitus.The quietest place on earth, an anechoic chamber at Orfield Laboratories in Minnesota, is so quiet that the longest anybody has been able to bear it is 45 minutes. Inside the room it's silent. So silent that the background noise measured is actually negative decibels.

Avram Finkelstein knew activists often used posters to communicate political messages not represented in the mainstream. He proposed to the group they create a poster that distilled their ideas and conversations. They decided upon the phrase “Silence = Death” and adopted it as the name for their formerly anonymous collective. The poster, created by Finkelstein, Brian Howard, Oliver Johnston, Charles Kreloff, Chris Lione, and Jorge Socarrás, featured an upturned pink triangle above the message “Silence = Death,” both set against a stark black background. At the bottom of the poster was a series of pointed questions about the AIDS epidemic aimed at the viewer. If silence equaled death, then these questions asked the viewer not merely to contemplate but to act. As Finkelstein explained.

Silence is deadly when it goes unopposed, by even a single voice. I was called a liar today on one of my rants and rages regarding the degradation, hypocrisy, and support by the current crop of Evangelical American Christians acting as a Christian version of the Taliban, wanting to spread a Christian version of Sharia Law in the United State. Facts it seems matter less and less and even when facts are viewed or heard. I no longer give one shit to those whose inability to see the truth, have hurt feelings, and begin to lash out that the evident is not EVIDENT at all. There may have once been a time to have civil discourse on right vs wrong, good vs bad, truth vs lies, law vs crime…but the luxury of those days is gone. I will not remain silent, nor permit silence in the form of denial permeate in the environment in which I find myself. Many Evangelicals want this nation to become a Theocracy, a Christian Authoritarian Nation, and they are loud and proud about their desires. There are too many Christians out there pretending that turning the other cheek (another negative form of silence) is the best way to either ignore the truth or perhaps confront the evil churning from within their own religion. Today, someone said I should stop lying about the Jesus Crowd who supports anything and everything Trump. I at first pretended this was debatable…but as I responded with my points of view, I realized they were NOT MY points of view, but ME viewing the point that Evangelical of great Leadership and Following have provided a criminal, a liar, a psychopath, and adulterer, a path forward…and to ignore that as a Christian or to deny it makes you an ENABLER, a guilty accessory. I have a moral obligation to speak out and speak up and speak against… Lawrence O’Donnell opened and closed his show on Thursday with two words…MORAL OBLIGALIGATION,  and asked if not, now, when? I am a participant in this moment of living history, so I too,  have a moral obligation to chastise, criticize and correct you, me, us, they, them, for any form of SILENCE continued being held on to. No time to debate your guilty conscience…not now, not ever again!

rolling along

"The Army Goes Rolling Along" is the official song of the United States Army and is typically called "The Army Song". It is adapted from an earlier work titled the "U.S. Field Artillery March".  March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free
Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory We're the Army and proud of our name We're the Army and proudly proclaim… Then it's Hi! Hi! Hey! The Army's on its way. Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!) For where e'er we go, You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along.

There was no army rolling along nor any other Military branch of the government service for Litigator Stephen R Castor serving as minority counsel during the impeachment hearings, and the only uniform he was wearing was a typical Brooks Brother’s (I am a pricy lawyer)  suit and that slick haircut as he tried his best insinuate that Lt Col. Vindman was ONLY a wannabe spy for Ukraine. No Hi! Hi! Hey, for this 47-year-old dude, never serving in the Military. His current patriotic duty is to discredit a Purple Heart Lt. Col. Then we have Jim (I know nothing about locker room showers and masturbating coaches at OSU), Jordan. His Goddamn it, Bless America uniform is a jacketless outfit, with a long-sleeved shirt and of course that nasty bitch of a tie knotted below his first two open buttons. No marching along to the Military for this dude either, just the marching orders of the Freedom Caucus, the guys and gals who hate regulations, never paying taxes an consider the poor and elderly burdens. Of Course, we have Devin (let me service all of your treasonous wants and whims Trump, double agent) Nunes, whose only interest is to DISCOVER the whistleblower.  Imagine his skill set had he ever been a member of the Military, what with his weasel-like ways and the ability to slide into dark and dank places, and of course without batting an eye, swearing he NEVER shared secret information with Trump. His uniform is the suit and tie and so much grease on his hair which he applies from the rot of the excess snake oil he sells. You got Elise Stefanik, a younger version of Kellyanne Conway, able to lie right to your face, slam questions at you from a long list of gotcha questions on a legal pad. She also never served in the Military. Her uniform I a picture at her side, (I suppose she was not his type, neither of Trump’s hands were touching Elise’s boobs or butt). The one dude who di serve in the Military, all dressed up in his let's go to church suit, was a bit appalled that Lt. Col. Vindman was wearing his uniform. And somehow this Mormon from Utah, suddenly believed that people in uniforms speak a different kind of English. Just like the Mormon Church, leadership who speak as Gods or anointed from God!

For the record never served in the Military, my Draft Lottery number was high enough that I did not have to be drafted and I did not enlist. If any of the above-mentioned guys and gal did not serve it was their choice, but the fact that ALL of them have DEMEANED and tried to DESTROY  a true war hero and American in the Military goes beyond the pale. All of these GOP goons have no problem accepting the uniforms of German Nazi’s the white sheets of the Klan, the Confederate enemy colors, but find no American Pride in defending Lt Col Vindman, who was doing his job in trying to understand the limits of good and bad permitted by Trump. All of the above mentioned, also are still insistent that “taking a knee”, makes you Communist a Socialist, but paling around with Socialists and Communists a President is COOL. And one final word…where is ARMY Generals coming forward to let America understand scapegoating one of our Troops in uniform is UN-AMERICAN!

blivit

As Within refers to the mind and soul, As without to the world outside the individual. Together, the intent of the phrase is to remind the magic practitioner that they cannot achieve their purpose without first achieving harmony between spiritual and physical. As above, So below. ... As above – As in Heaven – (Your own mind) So below – So on Earth – (In your body and environment) If we think good, good will follow; if we think evil, evil will follow. In a secular context, the phrase can refer to the idea that the microcosm reflects the macrocosm – for example, that individual or domestic ills can result from larger societal ills.

I tried, I did my darndest to try and, since my left arm is restricted with a very tight black and neon blue sling, to avoid the occasional shoulder replacement burp, or the inexplicable muscle spasm used to fling an elbow or wrist or hand into wild gyrations, I watched with no bag of popcorn, a VERY necessary glass of moonshine (but vacant in reality, just a dream in a wistful version of this tale), BUT because of the pain a valid or is it, perhaps, invalid dosage of oxycodone, the IMPEACHMENT 2019; the “Greatest Show on Earth”, crafted and culled, acted and agonized, rotted and ruminated by two groups of Americans, who at no time WHATSOEVER, seemed to find the atoms of their bodies in close association with one another’s body. The soul of a nation (MINE) was in the throws of being shredded, shared from its roots, mangled, man and woman mishandled, and all within and without, might have been specks of ash on either side of the sun. The core of a nation (MINE) seemed of no consequence rather the remains of consequences, magnified and maligned by marginal pod people, more concerned with something only politicians suffer (TO BE PRIMARIED), added to that the love of money, greed, gluttony, and the grotesque ritual of licking the ball, wiping the ass or being the circus clown walking behind a very bloated BLIVIT (plural blivits) Anything overfull. An item of unknown purpose, often unnecessary or useless or annoying. (computing, slang) A program that has been worked on by many poorly skilled programmers and is now a mess.) It was a classic case of So Above, So Below…Had I remembered anything about evil I would have held a sprig sage with my right arm, and occasionally speak in tongues to no one but my dog Chance, for good luck and to have the EVIL emanating from Washington DC not find footing in my house.

Honorable Patriots were treated as nasty gnats buzzing around all that apple pie. Worried Public Servants who in their eons of public service were shooed away as if they were clouds of thunder, ready to rain Hell and Fire on a baseball game, and Professionals active in policy direction, were snubbed, bullied or lectured to and at, by mostly men and women who think GERRYMANDERED is the same thing as Motherhood. The hypocrisy meter almost exploded in front of each and every Republican enabler for a dictator named Trump, that, the I FRANTICALLY searched for my portable fire extinguisher! For the Dems it was about America, for the GOP it was a joke, slapstick at the time, melodramatic at times, and oh so NOT funny all the time. There must be good in this universe, it must be protected from evil. There is evil in this universe, it thrives on the misery of the meaningless, and emptiness of that only reflection is the sheen they see from the shit they wipe, as Trump dips drops, and drips his foul foolish and selfish treasures on Earth. I am in physical pain but watching the IMPEACHMENT SHOW, and its third rate anarchists helped me understand that I am suffering from a mental PAIN much greater!

yeppers

The GOP wants us to God Bless America, place a hand over our hearts and stand as the anthem  is played, they want to watch as the storm clouds gather, and of course bake apple pies, go to church on Sunday, and believe that no matter what Patriotism starts and ends with a President…especially, if he can deliver on appointing no professional conservative activist judges, bribe, collude, make the Constitution irrelevant, and support the bigoted, racist agenda of the Militia who have never read word one of the Constitution but know something about bearing arms. This land is not your land nor my land, not from the prairies to the oceans white with foam, unless you are a billionaire, a paid and owned Republican Politician who is chattel for Russian Oligarchs, or someone name Laura, Sean, Tucker, Rush, or Fox and Feinds.

The GOP with no conscience allegiance to pledge to the US Flag, or use for spacious skies or amber waves of anything but cash, have tried to rip apart a true blue patriot, named Vindman, insisting he must be a spy a traitor, a ploy a plot, but they all remain silent as Trump pardons REAL Military criminals for murder, and torture as soldiers abiding by no law but the lawlessness of the old wild west. Silence from the grandstander Jim Jordon about Trump’s treatment of the Military, by hypocritical outrage that a Lt. Col. Was doing his duty and reporting something rotten in the White House. We watch as Devin Nunes disrespects those who love America but not Trump, or listen some coward from Florida screams questions, never taking a breath to get an answer, or a Rep from New York, trying her best to get as many FOX new bites as possible.

It’s now a coup, it’s a vendetta, it’s the Dems who hate America. It is never or not about the back-door deals of Russia invading the US, placing a blackmailed puppet in power, and paying off the Republican Party. Trump is a criminal, illegitimate and processed and prepared by Putin…when do the good guys win…and why must we even debate this, as if it was a real THING!  

Cedars Sinai

I had no idea, that I could feel more pain and angst, make that in an existential form, then the blatant good versus bad, right versus wrong universe Trump and his Russian Republican Enablers had created and still DO maintain. In the past year, I had lost the lives of a special aunt, my oldest sister, my very favorite kind and gentle brother in law and my nephew for whom I sill grieve and have no idea how his family copes each and every day. Trump IS, was and remains dangerous  and the no voices, the lets remain cautious voices, we will kiss your ball, slurp on your turd voices, the I had no idea Trump was all of his voices, and the FUCKING SILENT voices who just wiggle their useless fingers and hands, pretending that Bernie or BUST, Never Hillary, or no vote is MY vote, should all rot in HELL. 

I have needed to be heard and was, UNTIL I heard my arthritic left shoulder shout pay attention to me, and I had a full-blown, French Reversal shoulder replacement. My pain, the pain DRUGS and what I learned regarding GOOD Post Op Care and NO post Op care made a difference, and much to my chagrin, I had to remain rant free, as my condition was and has been terrible. I am lucky, I have Medicare, so almost 100% of my agony was paid for, and so the hospital could do and did whatever they desired and still will get paid. BUT WHAT THEY DID, was a farce a slap in the face, who the fuck cares, and this IS one of the best-known hospitals in LA Cedars of Sinai. It seems Cedars ran out of beds…uh huh what how you say…I planned this operation 4 months ago, but no beds at the INN, so Cedars Sinai, all proud of themselves created something Overflow. With nurses called FLOATING POOL. And there I was from approximately from 9:30 am until 8:00 pm, in some old unit without doors or rooms, or one fucking caring nursing staff from the POOL to check on my vitals, my bed linen, I slept in my own little well of urine, but I got plenty of intravenous drugs I guess to keep me behaving! I used that useless little nurse's station beeper to no avail, and all I heard was how much the nurses got paid for overflow duty. Maybe it was a staff change, but at 8 or somewhere around there a Registered Nurse and his Assistant stopped in to introduce themselves and grew quickly appalled. Where my new antibiotic dip, why was my bed wet, you have high blood pressure. They entered my world and it changed.  All night long In pleaded to see a “Suit”, you know the people in administration, but not unit around 4 in the morning did one emerge…and she was with her I-Pod, look of concern and lots of forms, but no answers, except this, IS Plan B and how wonderful Cedars Sinai was to have it in place. She asked me what I wanted at the time. I said a room and as soon as the morning comes someone with real power to come to see and apologize. She froze…but is there anything else…I looked at her and said, I told you, now you can go away…and she did.

Life found footing and a completely new group of FLOATERS came on shift…they took great care and but I urged them to free me from this insidious prison. Finally, maybe at 7 a woman, all coiffed and ready to defend Cedars Sinai walked in, introduced herself as a Patient Relationship Talking Head, had the audacity to say I heard it has been rough. I said I am on enough drugs so I will not tell you to go fuck yourself, but if I hear you mutter the words “thoughts and prayers”, I will tie you to this bed. She quieted down…and, of course, asked what I want…out of this jail, I said, a real room, and some above your pay scale to apologize to me…well, Gerry she said, Cedars of Sinai is proud we have a plan B, no rooms are no rooms… I asked if Magic Johnson or Madonna or Trump stopped in would they be down here…she smiled, and never answered my question. There are worse things in the world, I know…but I was silenced, which was WORSE than anything. CEDARS SINAI, the PREMIER LA hospital in LA if you got the bucks. I have more doctors to see, but I will make certain I am never again SILENCED…I am back not at full blast, but for those who wondered…it was my POOR, UNPROFESSIONAL CARE by the FLOAT POOL  of NURSES at CEDARS SINAI, and their “let them eat cake”, OVERLY PAID ADMINISTRATORS. SILENCE IS OVER… oh, there is so much Trump anarchy to get to! And as I was leaving, CEDARS SINAI DUNGEON, I heard the nurse in some distant hallway tell her friend, they are bringing the EXCESS EMERGENCY ROOM patients next! Oh Dear God!

Ladies and Gentlemen

Ladies and Gentlemen, get your popcorn, your American flag, your Apple Pie, your copy of Mein Kampf, gather your good Nazi’s, your white-sheeted confederate flag wearing the South will rise again, hooded cowards…Ladies and Gentlemen, get your abridged versions of the US Constitution, the list of gerrymandered voting districts, the correct color of blond dye used by both the men and women on FOX NOISE…ready to make excuses for the truth, make sure the Trump Concentration Camps are locked up tightly, the colored only signs are in place…invite the DUI Frat boy Matt Gaetz, the Wrestling Coaches just wanna have fun in the shower dudes like Jim Jordon…watch the Talking Heads on MSNBC, CNN, ABC, CBS and NBC explode as they decipher the actual words used in live testimony, trying to earn a living by telling us something we already know, but should know it the way they see it…

Ladies and Gents watch the entire Trump Family cry bitter tears of becoming the victim of Liberal Snowflakes, or Socialistic Democrats.  Watch the Log Cabin Republicans deny any homophobia or the Blacks for Trump decry any racism, or the Sheldon Adelson’s/Bernie Marcus’s and the cadre of the Kushner Congregation and A-PAC insist there ain’t no Anti-Semitism…Watch Franklin Graham, Falwell Junior, and the Crypt Keeper Robertson swear Armageddon will soon fall from the skies, asking you for some more money just in case the Rapture takes a little longer to begin…Watch Hannity, Ingraham, and the Oligarchs Republican rat-infested cadre of Senators declare, “It is only Trump being Trump, everyone knows he cheats so what is the big deal?” Watch as the MAGA call on the Militia hiding in plain sight get their weapons ready cause, INJUSTICE is gonna strip a Compromised Hacked into Office Russian Asset of his illegitimate position as Commander-In-Chief…

Ladies and Gentlemen, be prepared for lies, innuendo to be the only tools Trump’s Defense Team uses…watch as truth and truth-tellers are ridiculed as traitors…Listen to the DRAMATIC MUSIC  and the FLASHY Red Screen signs screaming IMPEACHMENT 2019, IMPEACHMENT BREAKING NEWS, TRUMPTY DUMPTY, PELOSI GONE WILD, and the best I AM THE PRESIDENT AND I CAN KILL SOMEONE IN TIMES SQUARE AND GET AWAY WITH IT… Wednesday, November 13, 2019…will be the beginning of the end, the end of any beginning again, or just another day in America where, justice, freedom, equality are oh so yesterday, and CRIME  so 2020! 

DACA

Today, the Supremes’ a once and mighty bevy of intelligent and insightful individuals whose visions and views were of justice, equality, and true education on legal and illegal matters have gathered to grapple with something as simple as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, for young children who have known only the United States as their country of origin; or to agree with the racist, bigoted xenophobic wishes of a cadre of criminals whose belief that ONLY good Nazi’s and the ilk of White Nationalists, who have still not conceded the loss of the Civil War to the North have permission to call the United States their rightful home. The Supremes’, who in recent decades have become nothing more but political fodder for the folly’s and fool heartedness fallacies of Fascists, and phonies, con men and deniers of the purpose of a Constitution will once again debate the health, welfare dreed and doom or promise and purpose of a demographic of Americans…whose voices still remain muted among the LOUD, losers who pretend their own lives would be better if not for the OTHER!

DACA is on trial today. The Dreamers desires of being an American may be squashed by an insecure narcissist psychopath, and his Enablers whose only political purpose in recent years is to “NOT BE PRIMARIED,” by low life street scum, whose only desire in the world is to thrive on HATE and install FEAR! And along with that this incompetent monster is urging his band of brothers who as humans bring their own religious, unpatriotic and immoral beliefs to a BENCH which once held prestige and dignity, to redefine American justice.

Watch closely America, because, we all, even those who think White Skin, and a White Jesus Christ carrying an Assault Weapon, are the original natives of this land, will, if the Supremes’ invoke prejudice, theocracy and nurtured bigotry, be just another demographic to be selected as NOT fitting in the lines drawn as true Americans. Gay rights, Women Rights, Immigrant Rights, Non-Evangelical Rights, African American Rights may all be WRONGED. One more day to be afraid as if the past three years had not provided angst, anger and an almost outright war on civil rights/human rights. And oh yeah, there are still 10,000 some brown-skinned kids unaccounted for, and thousands of infants, toddlers, and school-age kids, trying to survive in Trump Concentration Camps.  

Bobby and Meercy

Family stories, some told directly, some, whispered, murmured like the gusts of wind begging to enter your home on a cold night when the crocked windows are not completely sealed tight, with a just enough space between the glass and the sill, for brushes of a breeze to sneak in leave a chill and expire as the heater kicks in. Some stories bold and BIG, proudly proclaimed, heroes emerge, some tales never quite finished, secrets stuffed in a box too small to even permit the lid to lay tight enough to seal and conceal its contents. My Aunt Meercy (I always thought of her as my Doris Day, my Auntie Mame), passed away a few months ago at the age of 102. She had been a working woman in the 50’s and 60’s something unusual for the Eisenhower men are men and women are women era, and a useful female is tied at the ankles, wearing an apron, a bun or two in the oven, and a husband for who she may not have been chattel, but was a perfect slave, taking care of his needs first and foremost. My Aunt was open, and hid very little, with the exception of one amazing photo, and the who, why, where and when.

Today is Veterans Day, and once upon a time My Aunt Meercy, my beautiful in spirit and in heart, (I swear to God, Doris Day of Pittsburgh), had a photo of her younger self, with aa man in uniform, sitting on the lawn of a park, both looking at each other as if nothing else in the world mattered, and as if whatever came next, could not erase, this human quality, this human frailty, this unique wonderful/awful/necessary and at the same time, emotion originating from our core, traveling to our brain and finding its way to our soul…called love. His name was Bobby, he was off to the Second World War, she was Meercy, he was to leave and wanted more than anything to marry her, she would have said yes, but time was moving too fast, and all the unimportant gray matter like arthritis of reality clung heavy, and acted like cement, holding both Bobby and Meercy form just saying I do that day. All of this I found out, weeks before my aunt began her decline into dementia. All of this I heard as my Aunt always one to plan, handed me her photo of Bobby and her, and told me, please remember this for me! I have a lump in my throat as I write this because I know how much I love my husband, Joe, and the mere idea that once upon a time for us might have never had a happily ever ending, makes me want to moan as if I was a wolf howling at the moon.

It is Veterans Day. We all know loved ones who we miss, who died or have come home a different person because they felt a duty to country and to democracy. However it is Veterans Day 2019, and the Patriotism, the love of country, the desire for democracy has changed and morphed into the better American being the one with a MAGA hat, a Nazi Flag, White Hoods and support of Oligarchs whose only allegiance is to Russia and to keep America conflicted and divided! To think that families whose loved ones died for this nation who fought Fascism, Authoritarianism, Communism support Trump and his Enablers is mind-blowing and only should be found as the strange ending in a Twilight Zone movie, with Rod Serling smoking his cigarette and reminding us that life is always one shadow away from reality!

I believe in Heaven. I believe in a God who is not created by humans but is greater than anything a human being has proven to be over the eons of life. And I believe this Veterans Day my Aunt and her boyfriend Bobby are sitting on the grass leaning in slowly but surely to kiss, a kiss for eternity!

The Way We Are

Oct. 22, 1962: Kennedy imposes a naval blockade of Cuba, Oct. 22, 1962. On this day in 1962, President John F. Kennedy imposed a U.S. naval blockade of Cuba after U.S. spy planes found Soviet missile sites on the Communist-ruled island. October 23, 1962: This special report reviews the day's developments in the Cuban missile crisis. Walter Cronkite announces the signing of the formal proclamation of the quarantine of Cuba. The report continues with a clip of Secretary of Defense Robert McNamara's press conference at the Pentagon, and a clip of an exchange between U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Adlai Stevenson and Soviet U.N. Ambassador V.A. Zorin. Cronkite displays aerial photographs of missile sites followed by a report on a military build-up in Key West; Neil Strawser reports on the build-up at the American naval base at Guantanamo, Cuba; George Herman reports on the crisis' meaning for the Kennedy administration, and Roger Mudd reports on an aerial reconnaissance of Cuba. (Politico)

In the movie “The Way We Were,” Barbara Streisand, murmured, sweetly, lyrics from a song with one line that remains tattooed to the synapsis’ of those nooks and crannies of true memories, or glorified granules of cemented over cracks needing some recall and rumination. The lyrics were Can it be that it was all so simple then Or has time rewritten every line If we had the chance to do it all again Tell me, would we? Could we? (The Way We Were/Alan& Marilyn Bergman)

Our very small row house, upon which you immediately entered the living room, to find two couches, an overly used but comfy as hell green chair, with the sheen of overuse, and small crumbs of chocolate cake embedded there perhaps for eternities, all facing a modern combination stereophonic/black and white TV Consul wrapped and defined by a faux wooden cabinet. The TV was a gift from a wealthy relative, and for us, this was REAL middle-class living. But on this day of October 22, 1962, on a more than usual grayish Pittsburgh evening, illuminated with shadows of gray hues so weirdly dangling from the sky, and for the paranoid American, of which my family had become, the odor or some rank stench, waiting in the wings to not only suffocate, but smother you in a long arduous manner, we as a family, something unheard of in the Buncher home, when it came to viewing the news, sat. Walter Cronkite, the man for whom trust, compassion, honesty and even worse the TRUTH TELLER, was, slowly, surely and precisely laying out the aspects of the beginning of a Third World War, not like any other (as if any war is like another,) but one with the dire dread of atomic bombs, and nuclear fallout. In our house news was never more than the half-hour before some comedy show, but on this evening, it was to be a matter of a future of fear or a tomorrow of hope. And reading my father’s usual poker face, which tonight only demonstrated he not a winning hand, our family became frightened!

On Monday, November 11, 2019…live and with all the imperfections recent politics and the politicians, sometimes acting like caged animals of crazed anomalies of intelligence, the networks will present TRUMP/THE IMPEACHMENT!  There will be, I am certain, some kind of ominous theme music and large red banners with HUGE letters stating, “BREAKING NEWS,”  but this time, I am also certain, I will have not my father to turn to for truth, nor Walter Cronkite to offer me reason, rhyme and rational. Mr. Cronkite would end his newscast by saying “…and that’s the way it is…” AND I AM SCARED…terrible so!

In My Life

“There are places I'll remember All my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some have gone, and some remain All these places had their moments With lovers and friends, I still can recall Some are dead, and some are living In my life, I've loved them all…”(In My Life/Lennon-McCartney)

I was a counselor at Emma Farm, a Jewish Community resident camp, back in the late sixties, early seventies. The camp itself was on acres of land in the middle of nowhere, at the time, surrounded by a stream, or as Pittsburghese might say a “KRIK,” There actually was a rickety wooden bridge necessary to enter the campgrounds, almost providing a Disney Movie set kind of entrance. There were plenty of wooded areas, and the kind of ram shackled Camp Cabins one might have noticed in the movie, “Dirty Dancing.” I was a  freshman in college, surviving in the days of hippies, protests, a war in Viet Nam, a government, lying about truth, and manufacturing facts to suit their purpose, but here just two hours away from Pittsburgh, for the entire summer, I was embraced by my “summer place.” ‘When the light of each summer’s day reaches its end, I’ll sit by the fire with all my new friends, a million tomorrow may never erase, the fun and the joy the beauty of my summer place.” 

There were always new “kids,” from other cities hired as staff, and sharing the same habitat for eight weeks of the summer, by September’s embrace, we all became a family, not a perfect unit perhaps, (because, believe it or not most families do carry the gene for some disfunction), but we existed, coexisted and sadly sad goodbye with honest tears as we exited for whatever might come next in the Autumn. Her name was Janet, and she was two years older than me, (back in the day, I thought I was hot shit, and was also quite insecure, about this age difference.) We became friends, good friends. One day we on our day off w took a walk into the woods, where Janet spotted a very silvery pine needle, long, and alone on the branch, but shiny and as I mentioned, as if it had a silver glow. Janet was at the time “earthy-crunchy,” a term used then for (REALLY A HARD-CORE HIPPY! She walked the walk and talked the talk). Janet asked me to walk over to the branch with the lone pine needle, which upon closer inspection looked like a needle, taking my index finger placing it next to hers, she said, with a tone so full of sincerity I actually thought I was listening to God read from the Torah, “…our past lives have found us together in this life, we might not find one another, again for eons, but here we are now…” She then placed both of my fingers on the silvery pine needle and we pricked the tip of our fingers. Immediately Janet pressed her finger onto mine, and closed her eyes, as I did mine, she then said, “…no soul is old, each soul is just renewed…”

If you have read any of my blogs, or rants or rage, whatever word is necessary to describe my current angst, you know, I cannot sit idly by, biting my tongue, remaining SILENT, as a mad man’s machinations and malaise, enabled by corrupt and criminal counterparts smothers this nation and this world. Today, on Saturday, November 9, 2019, more chaos reigns and constant consequences fall from the sky as if a blizzard has enabled a new Ice Age. But now and then I must remember, Janet’s wise young philosophy and find a faith that for those of us who have a soul, the evil will die, and good might ensue. A bit of hope, I HOPE, to find release from the hideous, heinous and horrible world, in which Trump/Putin/ and the Republican Oligarch Party has presented to America. Of course, there are places to remember, and somethings we must NEVER forget! 

ANOMOUS/ANONYMOUS

Anonymous: having no outstanding, individual, or unusual features; unremarkable or impersonal. anomous[ noun ] a feeling of ill will arousing active hostility.

The definition of a steady-state is an unchanging condition, system or physical process that remains the same even after transformation or change

"The early Steady State formed to keep the wheels from coming off the White House wagon," Maddow read from the excerpts of the book “A Warning.” ... Many of the concerns staff members had about the president stemmed from his "inattentiveness" and "impulsiveness." ... .@Maddow. ‘We the People’ have been provided with a warning, at least a year ago, that, all we assumed, and all many of us REALLY knew, and spoke of out loud, or feared privately, or even laughed away as nothing but slight blip which will fix itself, was true, and remains alive and dangerous enough to infect our democracy, and the every day lives, even those of the Trump or Die, empty-hearted, bigoted hateful minions. There is great ANOMOUS, and someone either with the lack of courage, to remain ANONYMOUS, or the desire to tempt the rest of us to do something besides ring our fingers, is warning us…and NOW we must either act as the Steady State or a Revolutionary Band of Citizens to IMPEACH AND REMOVE Trump and is Enablers from office. A mad man, who IS not ANONYMOUS and his Cadre of the Crime Family, the Mafia which lies, cheats and has created a shadow government is willing, for their own personal gain to destroy our democracy…there should no longer be any debate about their guilt but deliberate action is taken to STOP them in their tracks.

But here is the real “kicker,” all of the actions ANONYMOUS has warned us about is actually happening to demographics of people in this nation who are regarded as JUST ANONYMOUS minions, peons whose lives are easy to forget…The Kurds/the women who just want freedom of their bodies/the homosexual who want a steady job and the right to love the person they choose/the infants, toddlers, kids of immigrants tossed in cages, placed in adoption centers or sent back to enemy nations while suffering dire health-related issues/Vets, who fought for this nation but must now fight for health care/Americans suffering the ravishes of a climate change causing fire, flood drought and devastation. The ANOMOUS is real, the identity of its origin is anyone Trump. We were warned a year ago, we are being URGED a year later to BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID…and yet we remain at the whims and wishes of a demented, psychotic, paranoid, sadistic, insecure Commander-In-Chief who no longer has a Steady-State to detour his destruction of democracy. I often wonder, when is too late, TOO LATE!