Is All We Want for Christmas, a Soap Opera White House?
Who, ever expected we could white out Black Tuesday with a, Black Friday trajectory blasting off between Thanksgiving dinner and traditional over-stuffing on late night turkey sandwiches? But, defying food coma, and reason, are we allowing the corporate takeover of government and holidays, to teeter America at The Edge of Night? Or is it just, As the World Turns?
What hurled, all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth into head smashing by the last in line, crashing the first in line against the only transparency since 2017 inaugural: Mall glass doors’ dividing lines between, lumps of coal Passions and Love of Life?
When is a Bucket List a, To Do List — when, blinded by ambition, we’ve missed the, Days of Our Lives potential for, Justice for All?
Where do we turn when finding ourselves at the crossroads of Loving and Shame? Do we Search for Tomorrow, in Holiday wishes for the foresight of the Gettysburg Address, unity of The New Deal and audacity to, Ask what we can do for our country?
Why are 40% of Americans willing to leave America adrift in, Dark Shadows, unanchored in The Secret Storm, beyond the lies we tell ourselves, to something so grotesquely grandiose, it Third Reichs Paul Ryan’s Hope into a White House of alternative facts and Senate supreme mutations, determined to blot out America’s, Guiding Light?
How can 75% of Republicans still believe Donald Trump, the heretic of reality is the birth foretold to create, Another World?
Are his Blitzkrieg salvos of disinformation tweets saving America? Is his lack of even a modicum of understanding for governance, our National Security?
Is it his utter disregard for Constitutional law; his business acumen for bankruptcy; his medieval wall of shame; his Trade Wars persecuting farmers; or is it his betrayal of our finest hours that makes him the Conservatives’ choice for, One Life to Live?
Is it his, vengeance is mine saith the Lord approach to the presidency that mesmerizes Republicans into believing he who is more Putin disciple than savoir of Christmas — a better president than Lincoln?
Then, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy: We the People needn’t relive our mid-19th century division, 1920’s rise of KKK racism, violence of 1950s-1960s school segregation, church bombings, Jim Crow and iconic assassinations, that will forever stain our souls — for what we think about we talk about, what we talk about we do, and what we do long enough, we become.
Remembering, our military is programmed to follow Commander-in-Chief orders, unless unlawful, it is for us, the ultimate civilian authority over the military, to determine through our elected members of Congress, who and what is lawful.
For every belligerent armed Tiki Torch assailant inciting domestic violence, millions more define America by peacefully tipping the scales of humanity away from unrelenting fear fueled hate, toward our Good Samaritan within. Resistance to torture, private prisons for profit, caged refugees, is paramount, to strengthen our ballots for America’s self-preservation until they defeat the supremacy of anti-diversity bullies.
For America to survive post IED Trump/Giuliani/McConnell, piercing the foggy bottom of smokescreens Pence/Nunes/Jordan, we must dust off the ideals of our Founders and bestow them to those we’ve bequeathed the best denial of the worst of Climatic times, with less than adequate intentions for, All My Children.
Although we have always been a nation divided, every man like General James Wilkinson is outnumbered by Americans more akin to Marine Corps Major General Smedley Butler, Sojourner Truth, Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Rosa Parks.
Isn’t what we really want for the Holidays more than a Do Over on our journey to Meet Joe Black without death and taxes? Better a Dasher navigate us through soaring dreams come true, and if not a Dancer, at least a Joy to the World, Prancer for peace.
We deserve more than midnight cheeseburgers and Vixen peep shows defusing the Camelot Comet of our youth, for still our torch for all, yearning to breathe free, promises humankind, we’re Cupid.
Holidays could make every day less about pushing and shoving for deal makers’ deals, and more welcoming to the wisdom of opportunity seeking our future oriented courage as Stewards of all life on earth.
After Donner, however, defining intentional deceptions from campaigning candidates, and even elected officials, as High Crimes and Misdemeanors might be our dearest reining in of past sins.
Unplugging a red-nosed Rudolph Giuliani, we rediscover, without moral leadership, no infrastructure, grid or science can guarantee we prevail.
Soaring with Blixem above pettiness and greed, however, reveals our national purpose depends on the company we keep, and our individual destiny, the midnight star we follow distributing the precious gift of communication: listening.