As it has been awhile since the last posting, I thought
it best to ease back into the fray with fun, fluffier, more frothy fare this go
round – hence the title topic. But, fear not, this will be no drawn-out,
diluted dissertation on the 2 million year entirety of homo-sapien existence and its multiple prior progenitors (or 4000 years in the GOP texts) but more of
a contemplation on our current state of being since that devilish, deadly day that
evolution began reversing itself - January 20th, 2017.
And so, let the liberal lecturing commence, feel free to
take notes –
Boundaries are artificial, often arbitrary and
meaningless, and far too frequently used by those who hate (see: Donald J.
Trump and his 62 million traitors) as justification for otherwise inexcusable
and indefensible intolerance, prejudice, and acts of aggression (see: every Fuhrer
of 5th Avenue rally, every evil utterance escaping his loathsome lips,
and every misspelled sign held in the gnarled claws of his dishonorable devotees.)
But why fall into that treacherous, now treasonous, obvious and, to some, comfortable
trap?
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| Ancient, uncivilized man (mmm, zebra) |
Despite the danger of delving deeply into cliché country,
it is imperative at this juncture to state an ofttimes already stated truism –
there is only one race, the human race. We are all of one kind. There is no
biological difference between the baby born in Bayonne and the baby born in
Beirut; the toddler from Tenafly or the one from Tehran; the newborn from Netcong or his peer in Nepal
(clearly, I need to start straying beyond the borders of the Garden State.) “Aruba,
Jamaica, ooh I want to take ya, Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama, Key
Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go…” - heed those opiate-addled, wise words
of the Beach Boys - it matters not your nation of origin, your spoken language,
the flavor of deity that satisfies your druthers - look beyond the preconceived
notions, the multiplicity of uncommon millinery, the variations in epidermal
shadings and embrace the reality of commonality - all hearts beat the same, no man
gets as much sex as he desires, and everyone likes the Beatles.
Irrespective of the baffling beliefs of the morally
malignant minds of the Trump brigade, killing a North Korean, an Iranian or a Syrian,
is no less a heinous act than killing an American – each is entitled to the
same basic rights of life as are all inhabitants of this rapidly perishing planet,
each is capable of fulfilling the same needs and achieving the same goals.
Happenstance of an American birth does not bestow one with superiority nor the privilege
to determine the worth of others.
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| Modern uncivilized man (a Trump rally) |
Until such pie in the sky thinking becomes more
commonplace and begins to take root, (never?) we will, forever, be engaged in the non-stop
warfare which has dominated, and destroyed, so much of society since the dawn
of civilization. And while such combat does fiscally benefit the businesses and
investments of Trump and his ilk; and leads his sightless supporters (there are
none so blind as those who will not see) to perceive this cowardly 5 time draft
dodger (oh, those poor tender tootsies) as a strong, forceful and decisive
leader; to the common folk, who don’t have billionaire daddies to buy their babies
out of battle, it can lead to just a senseless, premature departure from the world.
Naïve, it may very well be, but let it be proclaimed,
today, that this blog will refuse to condone hatred simply because of contradictory
geographical naissance, or cultural dissimilarities. And similarly, will not corroborate corrosive attitude and outlook merely because it may originate
within the confines of the 50 states or from the less than hallowed halls of
Congress or the now gravely sullied interior of the Oval Office.
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| "We are not men" More de-evolution at play at another Trump rally |
“Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you want to go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo” - The Beach Boys
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