"Life is Change How it differs from the rocks I've seen their ways too often for my liking New worlds to gain My life is to survive and be alive for you" WHEN EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS GONE WHEN EVERYTHING YOU COUNT ON IS GONE WHEN EVERYTHING THAT GROUNDED YOU IS GONE WHEN WHAT YOU'VE GIVEN RETURNS REJECTED TATTERED BROKEN REFUSED WHEN ALL THAT YOU WERE TAUGHT BELIEVED IN WAS CERTAIN WAS RIGHT IS WRONG READY TO LEAVE WHEREVER BEGIN ANEW WITH ONE LAST HOPE WITH UNENDING HOPE NO EXCUSES NO EXPLANATIONS AND THEN...
"You are the crown of creation And you've gone no place to go."
Or The Joy of Having Ridiculously Talented Friends
Mais D’abord, Complètement Hors Sujet ... - But First, Completely Off Topic…
(Some ask, why in French? I choose to ask, why not?)
While ostensibly a political blog, I've taken great care to
avoid said sad subject in scribblings of late, as the unpleasant and ugly
un-United State of affairs that has overtaken our once great country is a sure
recipe for riling up resentment and deepening a depression that would make Sylvia
Path and Vincent Van Gogh seem blissful paragons of unrelenting, unremitting
and unapologetic joy and heavenly happiness. When an illegal, immoral and
illegitimate leader, a Mussolini wannabe, but with less personality, decency
and humanity, is empowered by a hostile foreign nation for the primary purpose
of destroying history's preeminent democracy; and is blindly followed and
worshipped as a modern demi-God by millions of either brain-dead or brainwashed
traitors, haters and misled malcontents, even the Family Brady would abandon
any notion of ever again experiencing a Sunshine Day;while the remainder of us merely hope that we
will still have a planet in which to awaken each morn. But, again, as hard as
it may be to grasp at this juncture, we have not gathered together today to
discuss politics, but rather rejoice and regale in far more pleasant pursuits.
They laugh alike, the talk alike, at times they even walk alike - you can lose your mind.
Sur Le Spectacle, C'est ça - On with the Show, This is It
(Okay, I guess this going to be a thing now.)
You read the writings of a grateful and extremely lucky
man,who has had the beneficial fortune
of enjoying exciting and unique show business events and artistic adventures
delivered, not through any deserving deeds of his own, but rather by tagging
along (I'm often known simply as "her friend'' or "that guy") in
the close company and cozy companionship of comrades blessed by nature, genes,
or Zeus, Osiris, Buddha, Jehovah, Trumpor whomever their designated deity, with the talents to write, compose,
lyricize, act, sing, dance, produce and, if required to, probably spin plates,
quick change, ventriloquize, train elephants, breathe fire, sword swallow,
change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in their bare hands; and who,
disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fight a never-ending battle for truth, justice and the American way
– although I may be mistaken about that last part.
Now, far be it from me to surrender or sabotage my own sense
of self or sizeable ego in a cascade of humbleness and humility for I, too,
have harvested the creative fields for, lo, some four decades, and have on
display the statuettes and plaques awarded for those earnest and oft-times,
effortless efforts. But while these television toilings have sometimes lead me
to activities of great interest and excitement, (perhaps, sometime, you'll read
of a day-long adventure with Liza with a Z, an emotional encounter with
Muhammad Ali, or a convivial conversational bon mot resulting in a Carol
Burnett chuckle) my own endeavors have not taken me to the arenas and opening
nights that I've relished so, simply by befriending the gifted and the generous.
See, awards! I know you doubted me.
Aucun Homme N'est une Ile de Staten – No Man is Staten Island
(Oh, that’s fairly clever.)
When but a lower middle class lad, born and raised in the
semi-civilized, proudly backward and dreadfully dull hamlet of Staten Island,
New York (we will never speak of these origins again) the idea of attending a
black-tie Broadway opening would have seemed as fantastical a fantasy as space
exploration, Dr. Doolittle-esque animal communication or a satisfying
occurrence of carnal cavorting with legendary rock goddess Grace Slick (but
perhaps it's best I leave last evening's dreams out of this), yet that very
event (the Broadway opening, not the rock and roll sex) is a biographical
highlight. And, in many ways, was just the beginning.
Artistic interpretation of a life lived on Staten Island.
I pen this, thousands of feet aloft in the wild blue yonder
(in an aeroplane, not by benefit of my own powers, but I suppose that did not
actually require explanation, did it?) returning from London, and the closing
of yet another brilliant new musical, for which I had previously attended its
triumphant West End opening. And again, I owe all credit for this unique,
memorable and wonderful journey, and the friendships made and experiences
enjoyed, to the incredible, admirable and X-Men, mutant-like musical and
writing abilities (more later) of a treasured, irreplaceable and dear friend.
Je Suis allé Partout, Homme - I've Been Everywhere, Man
(The link to Google Translate - https://translate.google.com.)
From Elsah, Illinois, to Lancaster, Pennsylvania; from
Sarasota, Florida to Kitchener-Waterloo, Ontario, it’s been one glitzy,
glamorous, international capital and hotspot after another (not to forget
London, Paris, Muenster, Amsterdam, Edmonton, Chicago, Shrewsbury...), all
thanks to being a “plus 1” to a genius just born with natural, extraordinary
abilities – to compose powerful, melodic, sometime intricate, sometime playful
music; to write intelligent, adroit, empathetic and witty lyrics, and to lift and
move heavy objects by the surprisingly terrifying power of mental telepathy
(which, of course, keeps me in constant fear of my life.)
Il n'y a Personne Comme Show People - There's No People Like
Show People
(Now, it’s just purposely annoying!)
Finally, (patient readers exhale a deep sigh of relief) the
richest reward of being a showbiz hanger-oner, has undoubtedly been the dozens
and dozens of fine, friendly, warmly welcoming, and ludicrously talented
individuals encountered and befriended from theatrical trek to theatrical trek;
people from different backgrounds, different parts of the country and the
world, different languages, all with one thing in common - being gracious enough to me so that they now must endure my endlessly verbose, judgmental and self-righteous
political ponderings on Facebook, and for that, I am both authentically
apologetic and beholden.In a
nutshell (although, as you may have surmised, brevity is not a strength) and in
less haughty verbiage, I get to do all kinds of fantastic things, without
actual having to put in the work or possess the talent. And I am never not
aware of that and forever and always appreciative and thankful.
We close with an unusual version of “There’s No Business
Like Show Business” by the late, great Elaine Stritch.
“The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause.
They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye for anything
theatrical and why?”
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Random Reflections from a Far Too Long Plane
Ride, or
Hopefully, it's Not My Ignorance that’s
Bliss
“Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come on and fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away” – S. Cahn
A 7 and ½ hour flight lay ahead of
me, from Newark Airport to Heathrow and yet, inexplicably, I feel a calm, a
peace, I have never before experienced on any flight, even a trek as blissfully
brief as one frequented from my beloved NYC home to the mini-NYC of the Great
White North, Toronto. I can’t explain this phenomena, and I shan’t attempt to
now (although, an explanation of some sort is likely forthcoming as I have very
little control of the thoughts, ideas and opinions that make its way from a
semi-creative, often active noggin to the fingertips struggling across a Bluetooth
keyboard awash in error and verbal miscalculations.)
Is it the fact that the destination
at journey’s end is undoubtedly my favorite locale on the globe, the land in
which I fantasize experiencing the remainder of my retired years? Is it the
very English woman in the adjoining seat who was immediately reminiscent of
brilliant British thespian, Glenda Jackson? Is it the shuffle on my iPod Nano,
frequently playing Jefferson Airplane and Jefferson Airplane related
performers, who usually never fail to relax me with or without the assistance
of Mother Nature's most successful and soon to be legal herbal intoxicant? Or
mayhaps, most realistically, was it the two, overly-poured pinot grigios at the
faux fancy airport tavern and the delightfully unanticipated free champagne
upon boarding in Premium Economy? Yet, although it very well may be the potent
potables that force me to compose this while the plan was headsets on, pillow ‘neath
the neck, blanket tightly tucked with a hoped for visit from the Sandman for
this overnight odyssey across the Atlantic; this post-Lindberg, trans-Atlantic
foray is one I’ve partaken of almost a dozen times, fueled by spirits each and
every outing, and never before has such serenity overtaken me.
Upon further thought, as the almost otherworldly
perfection and beauty of Miles Davis' Flamenco Sketches now wafts through my
Audio Technica noise reduction headphones, maybe my current pacificity arises
from that trumpeted artistry in concert with the beautiful British Isles accent
of the Billie Piper-doppelganger flight attendant who just handed me my hot,
really not so hot, cocoa. And to some degree, I suspect, this enjoyable and
continuous contentment and calm may have also come from the satisfying and
long-awaited unfriending and blocking of a childhood comrade on Facebook,
immediately prior to boarding, who has mistakenly believed for years, that
because we were once cordial some 4 decades ago, she held the right
to condescendingly judge, criticize and critique each writing, opinion and life choice I have
ever openly articulated. She does not, and the
freedom of finally releasing her from my online existence after interminable,
imagined eons of wishing to do so, but for fear of offense, is indeed, quite
freeing.
Assuredly, said serenity certainly does
not originate from the ever-tightening, vise grip of the shoes, midair, in
faulty made-made, cabin overly-pressured environment, which upon blessed Mother
Earth are definitively the most comfortable foot coverings I own, or the
sudden, consistent throbbing in my lower leg. Then, I suppose, we also must
consider the food tray, recently arrived, carrying comestibles, under which any
other more sane circumstances would be justifiably, roundly and righteously, rightfully
rejected, but once trapped thousands of feet in the atmosphere, with naught to
pass the time but Vince Vaughn film festivals and Lock Up, maximum security
level meals are excitedly anticipated and gloriously accepted and treasured as
the Magi anticipated the birth of the savior.
To be terrifically truthful, once
alighting upon the bountifully beautiful British Empire, I will be reunited
with a dear friend,my personal favorite
of all of Earth's population, of whom I have been separated, a sea apart, but
with the occasional company of her loving feline, for a thoroughly unacceptable
period of time. And, when once again, keeping her company, we will be doing so
for the opening of her brand new musical on a West End stage, an enviable
impressive accomplishment and artistic achievement, so one would imagine these
further elements would certainly bespeak the rarity of such an optimistic and
uncharacteristically pleasant and delighted demeanor.
If you have been benevolent enough to
stay attentive throughout this entire meandering expressive endeavor, perhaps
the query has occurred to you, "is there a point arriving at some
juncture?" for I, too, share that very concern and have, unfortunately, arrived
at the conclusion, that that ship has sailed many alliterations ago. No pending
satisfactory denouement to be found here, just a need to convey happiness at a
troubled time when such sentiments are becoming increasingly difficult to
obtain. Come fly with me.
“Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so very near
You may even hear a whole gang cheer 'cause we're together”
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In light of Rudy “3 Wives Down, 3 More to Go” Giuliani’s
recent sage, wise and indignantly ignorant and judgmental public proclamations
on the morality, integrity and probity of Stormy Daniels (liberally bookmarked
on Rudy’s laptop for meticulous and conscientious research only, that vat of
Jergen’s is just coincidentally nearby)
and the converse goodness, righteousness and perpetual purity and virginity of
Donald “My Next Wife Hasn’t Even Been Born Yet” Trump’s triumvirate of spouses,
numbers two and three each an
extramarital mistress, in turn, prior to betrothal, “… and several butcher’s
aprons” significantly less than proudly, and with some trepidation and extreme
degrees of shame, brings you -
Rudolph Giuliani Presents:Uncle Rudy's Guide to Love, Marriage and
Sexual Mores
Rudy and cousin/first wife
It’s a Family
Affair
Whether you’re America's Mayor and have copulated with
cousin, or the King of the United States, and desire to diddle daughter, remember,
it's always better to bed, betroth and breed blood, for if you marry outside of
family, you never know what you’ll catch from a stranger.
Donald with daughter/wife
“I know Donald
Trump. Look at his three wives - beautiful women, classy women, women of great
substance.” – Rudolph Giuliani
Til Death Us Do
Part
Marriage is a sacred institution, not to be entered into
unadvisedly or carelessly, but reverently, joyfully and in the love of God.
Consequently, the more the better! Display your devotion to this honorable
estate by partaking in it aplenty - the more marriages, the more divorces, the
more moral. As the classic vows profess – love is patient, love is kind. It
does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude. Love means never having to say
you’re sorry. Love is all you need. Love, love is strange. Love is funny, or
it's sad or it's quiet, or it's mad, it's a good thing or it's bad but
beautiful. Love is a battlefield (I fear I have lost my rhetorical way, no more
Spotify while writing.) It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always
perseveres… never lasts. Aim for a minimum of three marriages.
Home is Where the
Heart is
When possible, move your mistress (future wife 3/future,
future ex-wife 3) under the same roof where you blissfully, familially cohabitate with wife
duex and children. Should you reside in a municipally financed mayor’s mansion
mores the better. It will save your
chauffer effort, save you from prying paparazzi, save time, save steps - save
everything but face, your soul, or the forever scarred psyche of your offspring.
“ I don't respect
a porn star the way I respect a career woman or a woman of substance or a woman
who has great respect for herself as a woman and as a person and isn't going to
sell her body for sexual exploitation.” – Rudolph Giuliani
She Works Hard for
the Money
From the book of Giuliani 2:22 -24, “And the rib, which
the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.
And Adam said, this is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall
be called Woman, how much for a BBBJ, a Full Service or Around the World?” And
thus it has always been and thus it shall always be - a man will pay a woman
for sex, remain honored and revered and perhaps even ascend to the planet’s premiere
pinnacles of power, and $130,000 will commence that carnal negotiation.But the woman solicited for said service,
shall forthwith be disregarded, disrespected and disparaged, but for the sole
specific exception of erotic nude models hailing from Slovenia.
"If
you're going to sell your body for money, you just don't have a reputation. I
may be old fashioned, I dunno." – Rudolph Giuliani
Melania and friend, "old fashioned" girls
Next time, stay tuned for Rudy's anxiously awaited follow
up, “Sex and the Single Cellmate.”When
you’re as pretty as Rudy and Don, a life sentence doesn't have to mean a life
of celibacy – coming soon, to a blog near you.
“It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair”
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The
United States of America was a great country, deeply flawed, as all are, but one
always striving to improve, to progress, determined to correct past mistakes, grievous
inequities and societal injustices; and one with an enlightened Constitution,
set of laws, purposely planned structure, and a seemingly inherent and innate
sense of fairness and decency that allowed it to successfully, albeit
frequently chaotically and messily, do so; inching ever so closer to fulfilling that noble goal of becoming a "more perfect union."
Sadly
and tragically, in less than a year and a half of historically, unprecedented
corruption, malfeasance, ignorance, hatred, bigotry, thieving, lying, fraud, indecency,
subversion and astonishing stupidity, that wonderful nation has perished. In
its place is a vulgar obscenity, an offensive and lewd insult to that beacon of
liberty, equality and opportunity that millions had given their lives to
preserve and protect. Instead, the
entity that now occupies that glorious landmass reaching from magnificent ocean
to magnificent ocean, “sea to shining sea,” and quite erroneously still
labeling itself as the United States of America, is an Oligarchic dictatorship,
a Banana Republic, with no adherence or allegiance to the Constitution, with
liberty and justice, not for all, but for the privileged few, where the poor
and middle class sacrifice to further enrich the wealthy, where crime and
punishment are determined by status and class, where divisiveness, sexism,
bigotry, hatred and ignorance are encouraged and well rewarded.
This new nation, not conceived in liberty, nor
dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal, is a perfect
reflection of the sociopathic criminal and treasonous enemy of the state that
now sullies the White House, the people’s house, and perhaps, even more catastrophically
and more permanently damaging is the sorrowful reality that this rapidly deteriorating,
declining and failing homeland equally represents those who empowered this
devil on earth.
To
have cast a ballot for Donald Trump, can be munificently forgiven as a regrettable
blunder, a serious political faux pas. To continue to support this domestic adversary,
who toils not for country or Constitution, but for himself and the Russian
powers who aided his ascent, is pure treason, and paints those who do so no
less an enemy than the diminutively digited, tangerine tyrant. The Republicans, the Evangelicals
and the Christian Conservatives, who defend and laud his every foul word and deed, seem, not just incapable of logical
judgement concerning this supreme sinner, but even worshipful of their new own
personal Jesus, have consistently demonstrated nothing but indecency, immorality,
and traitorous behavior, all whilst clutching Bible to chest, waving the Stars
and Stripes and vociferously proclaiming patriotism, loyalty and fealty to the
history, tradition, values and principles they so callously and roundly reject. Donald Trump is assuredly mentally ill, what
excuse do those who elected and enable him have?
MCGA - Donald Trump, Making the Confederacy Great Again
An Electorate
Awash in Animosity, Ignorance and Ignominy
"It's not cool to be ridiculed
But you brought this upon yourself" - Stevie Wonder
If
you marked your ballot, pulled the lever, popped a chad for Donald Trump, you
committed an act of treason and should be permanently stripped of the right to
vote. If you continue to support him as president, like the lunatic himself,
you are a traitor, and a clear and present danger to our once great country,
now turned banana republic.
And
now that you loathe me, and are searching my whereabouts on Google for what you
believe to be a deserved, thorough thrashing, allow me to expound.
In
the past, I have been informed by a dear friend or two (yes, I have friends)
that in previous writings, be it this blog, Facebook, Twitter, skywriting,
semaphore, smoke signals, American Sign Language or braille, I have been
continuously and consistently too critical of, and insulting to, the Trump
voter (aka: slack-jawed, self-concerned, dumb as a box of hammers, mentally
unstable, anti-American turncoat.) Au contraire (an explanatory link for the
Trump enthusiast, http://www.yourdictionary.com/au-contraire) in retrospect (once more,
but from this point further, you’re on your own, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/retrospect) I have been far too
charitable, for this Dante-esque, Arrigo Boito-like nightmare in which we
currently find ourselves, is completely and totally on the devilish Donald
devotee. The threatening nuclear showdown with North Korea, the destruction of
the Earth for the gain of international corporations, the rape of the poor and
middle class for the enrichment of the wealthy, and the actual rape of underage
girls and the dozens of admitted sexual assaults by the Mephistopheles
currently in residence on Pennsylvania Avenue, both Trump voter accepted and
approved, are all the fault and the responsibility of those 62 million whose
vote demonstrated nothing but contempt for our nation, its populace, our
Constitution and traditional American values.
Further, the egocentric and mercenary, immediate self-interest of such a
decision was a clear and affronting message to our children, grandchildren and
all future generations that their health, well-being, safety and very lives,
are thoroughly meaningless and of zero concern or interest to the Trump
troglodyte, as vile and venal an American citizen as this one time beacon of
democracy, civility and liberty has ever regretfully sired.
The Trump Supporter - you can see the love and compassion in their faces
So,
why, one may ask, perchance, one may ponder, would an obvious madman, rabble-rouser
and plain old no good-nick such as myself, even posit such a peculiar, peevish
and provocative proposal that a tally for Trump, a vote for a viper, a decision
for the Drumpfster, would in any way equate to a tyrannical attack of treason?
J’accuse!! After all, this was a legal and legitimate election, right Vladimir?
Simply, every felonious follower and fan was well aware of the (lack of)
character and personality they were supporting and encouraging, as well as his
personally bragged about and well-documented vast criminal history and moral
misbehaviors. With said knowledge at their easily and readily “Binged” (Ask
Jeeves? Altavista? Dogpile?) disposal, anyone with even the fraction of a
cerebral cortex intact in their skulls would be well aware that this thieving,
lying, raping, incest-advocating, draft-dodging, narcissistic, self-serving
sociopath is certainly not, in any conceivable and workable way, worthy of Oval
Office occupation and the formidable and weighty designation of “Leader of the
Free World” (note: in light of this folly, foolhardiness and dangerous
recklessness, that title, once only and always belonging to the President of
the United States, is now firmly in the rational, reasonable and intelligent
grasp of Germany’s Angela Merkel.) To believe otherwise and then to follow
through on those beliefs at the polling place, is either an unambiguous act of
treachery and treason against our mother land, or the function of a disturbed,
troubled and utterly, insane mind (if any Trump supporters are still reading this, and not loading semi-automatics, riled and rife for vengeance, feel free to self-determine your own classification
between quisling and crazy.)
Her family must be so proud
Should
one choose to ignore the outside, overwhelming avalanche of evidence against
Trump being either ethical, smart or sane – deliberately disregarding charges
of collusion, obstruction of justice, sexual assault, rape, money-laundering,
illegal business ties to the Russian government and oligarchs, sharing American
and Israeli intelligence with Russian spies, the non-payment of taxes, the
stiffing of business partners and contractors, the numerous bankruptcies, the
thousands of lawsuits - including the $25 million dollar settlement he paid in guilty acknowledgement of defrauding 6000 students out of tens of millions with his phony university. a genuine, undebatable crime, pre-election day - the tens of thousands of lies and so and so on,
ad-infinitum; why would a Donald disciple also ignore their demi-god’s own words
and admissions? This champion of the chowder head, this idol of the ignorant,
this hero of the hate-filled, brazenly and braggadociously crowed of serial
sexual assault, his desires to bed his “hot” daughter, his astute tax evasions,
his owners ability to walk into the dressing rooms of underage beauty pageant
contestants to sneak naked peeks at these pre-teen girls, his numerous
infidelities, his man-crush on, and ardorous admiration of, Vladimir Putin – all captured on audio and video tape for permanent posterity,
and obviously all meeting with the tacit approval of his America-hating allies.
MNGA - Making Nazis Great Again
"When dictatorship is a
fact, revolution becomes a right." - Victor Hugo
Thanks
to Trump embracing the worst of us, our enemies within – the Neo-Nazis, KKK,
White Supremacists (aka, his base) and proudly and openly reinforcing their
words, deeds and principles with his own statements and actions, while degrading
those who uphold actual American values, laws and liberties, he has created a
toxic atmosphere that for all intents and purposes has our extremely divided
country mired in a cold civil war. Our nation has never faced an adversary like
Donald Trump before, one who has waged an active campaign against our Constitution
and country from the office of the Presidency, with the ability to wield all
the powers inherent to that position. Trump is an enemy combatant, and should
be regarded and treated as such. And that third of the U.S. whose hatred of the
United States, African-Americans, Muslims, immigrants, homosexuals and anyone
who looks, speaks or worships differently than they do, share equally in the
guilt and the lawlessness alongside their heretical hero and, harrowingly, will
still be very much amongst us long after their sinful savior is rotting within
penitentiary walls.
“We would not care to wake up to the nightmare
That's becoming real life
But when mislead,
who know a person's mind
Can turn as cold
as ice
Why do you keep
on making us hear your song
Telling us how
you are changing right from wrong
'Cause if you really want to hear our views
You haven't done
nothing” – Stevie Wonder
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In order to survive we
steal, cheat, lie, forge, hide and deal
We are obscene, lawless,
hideous, dangerous, dirty, violent and young
But we should be together
Come on all you people
standing around
Our life's too fine to let
it die and
We can be together” –
Paul Kantner
Today, I desperately need someone to remind me why my
country is, as we annoyingly proclaim to the rest of the World on a daily basis,
“great” and “exceptional,” for, to be perfectly honest, I’m just not seeing it.
Is it because any sociopathic billionaire, child rapist, confessed sexual
assaulter, con-man, incest proponent, grifter, liar and thief with a criminal
record can grow up to be President? Or, is the justification that anyone, even
with a diagnosed mental disorder or incarceration record, can easily purchase
automatic weaponry intended solely for military use and designed, not for
hunting or self-defense, but to quickly and efficiently slaughter as many
people as possible? Now, sure, the nation, the ideals and values set forth by
our brilliant and worldly Founding Fathers were both “great” and “exceptional,”
but we have strayed shamefully and dangerously adrift from those ideologies and
intentions. The present United States, currently piloted by an ignorant,
sexist, racist, hate-filled enemy of America, installed by a hostile foreign
power and supported by 62 million equally unenlightened and bigoted traitors,
has as much correlation to the principles promoted in the Declaration of
Independence and Constitution, as Donald Trump’s gold-plated, 5th
Avenue, towering bordello has to Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello.
And, lest ye forget, those flag waving, bible thumping,
paradigms of perfect patriotism, wrapped in the stars and stripes, topped with
a crown of thorns and devouring a super-sized Big Mac, declare us not just
“great” but also, “the greatest country in the world!!!” Now, mind you, the
vast majority of Americans possess no passport, consider those of us who do to be
untrustworthy Communists, and have never traversed beyond the borders of
Mayberry or Hooterville, finding even Toronto far too exotic and threatening. As an avid traveler, and a believer that doing
so enlightens, educates and only serves to open one’s mind, I’m curious to hear
from the xenophobic amongst our uninformed populace, what isn’t “great” about
England or France or Holland or Canada? Does the lack of weekly mass shootings
somehow make them inferior? And, monosyllabic babbles from Sarah Palin or Sean
Hannity in response, means instant disqualification. Even as much as the
illegal, illegitimate, Putin-puppet and posterior puckerer Commander in Thief denies the decency of
any non-English speaking, non-USA born, skin-tone darker than Powder
individual, the reality is, most of his fortune is on loan from Russia, he owns
unsuccessful hotels and chapter 11 resorts throughout the globe, and he almost
always buys his wives on the foreign exchange.
While well-intended, thoughts and prayers both amount to the same thing, talking to yourself to make yourself feel better.
It takes a country that can rationalize electing a
dangerously insane person President, to rationalize selling a dangerously
insane person guns. And so, here we find ourselves in 2017, a once great nation
on a rapidly, very possibly, irreversible decline;
with an enemy, grievously bereft of decency, morality and sanity, now in charge
of the government, buttressed by a citizenry lacking character, judgment and
knowledge, both, derisive of the rights and protections of the First Amendment,
while devout to an unwavering worship of the Second.
The daily escalating madness of this increasingly,
uncivilized country is depressing and exhausting. I don’t know if a future for
me exists here any longer. I may be ready
to escape to a humane, compassionate, tolerant and mature nation. I believe in
the Constitution. I believe in America. But progressively, more and more
Americans do not, and the federal government undoubtedly doesn’t. Remarkably,
in less than 10 months, Donald Trump has demolished traditional democratic
institutions, philosophies and practices that took 241 years to establish. The Republic, this vision of our Founders, is trapped
in an accelerating death spiral. Our nation is on a clock now. It cannot and will
not endure a long-term Trump presidency. And the survival of civilization hinges on one
overriding question - can Special Prosecutor Robert Mueller prosecute Trump
before he destroys the United States, if not the entire planet, with his nuclear objectives? As is common among the privileged top 1%, Donald Trump has flaunted a "get out of jail free" card his entire life. It's time for Mueller to revoke that privilege.
Beezlebub speaks
“We can be
together We will be. We must begin here and now,
A new continent of earth
and fire,
Come on now getting higher and higher. Tear down the walls Won't you try?’
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