20 degrees in the Midwest and 90 degrees in the southwestern desert in mid November suggests effects of climate change to everyone except for those masquerading as ostriches, heads buried in the sand, filling ears with barriers so dense that brains hear nothing indicative of present day death threats to national much less international security.
With millions of head-buried ostriches sinking in quicksand, intent upon dragging us down with them, we should be plucking feathers and heating tar as fast as we can in readiness to run trump and his clones out of D.C. way before Jan. 21st, because they care not to save thousands of Americans who are sure to die resultant of their US senators’ acquiescence to selfish inaction concerning our national emergency, which sees us in need of saving as many healthy lives as possible from succumbing to Covid in the weeks ahead, when hospital beds to receive patients in dire need of professional expertise, respirators and TLC have dried up—leaving those bereft of loved ones to die alone, holding hands with nurses at the bitter end ... while trump is doing nothing more than swinging clubs, and spewing lies on Twitter as well as out loud, each with criminal intent to rally his troops to take to the streets and do harm to any whose views oppose his own, and as such, instead of remaining ensconced within The Oval Office, puttering our lives away with golf club held aloft in hand, trump’s thick skull should be seriously imprisoned, and his golf clubs tossed away, today, freeing Biden to assume the presidency with immediacy so as to institute provisions declared vital to life saving by physicians specializing in contagious diseases.
Honestly, it has to be illegal for a president’s silence, concerning Covid, to condemn tens of thousands of innocent US citizens to death, over these next several weeks—when—with hand on bible—reflection turns the spotlight of deeper truth upon trump swearing to protect all Americans from harm during his Inauguration Day address, whereas, quite soon, his faithful cronies will be pardoned of crimes against the state, and his own crimes against his countrymen snd women will be swept under the rug so as to carry on the asinine pretense of one man’s need to save face in hopes of maintains his false belief of being both feared snd adored by one and all, forever ... how often must adults reread the Emperor’s New Clothes, King Midas, and the shamefaced Wizard of Oz before the moral of this grouping of stories, each concerning the overbearing nature of corrupted power, sinks in?
How can we live with ourselves, knowing that all of this is audaciously happening while we do nothing to save people, who are alive and healthy, today, from catching and succumbing to Covid within the weeks to come? I just don’t get it!
I just don’t get the fact that The Senate has not yet UNITED the STATES to stand in solidarity to stop this mass murder from taking place right before our wide open, well educated eyes—in fact living in Ostrichland makes me feel as crazy as when I learned that terrified children, torn from the arms of their anguished parents, had languished in cages, where more than 500 are still locked up, pining for the safety of their parents’ arms, feeling so deeply confounded, betrayed and enraged at being abandoned as to never recover from the magnitude of trauma perpetrated upon them by a devilish mind that cares nothing for the pain of the most vulnerable human beings on earth. Why, if we profess to be a civilized nation, is this sociopath still walking nakedly amongst us, free of persecution while denying Americans the most elemental of human rights—to live a healthy life—when masking up and social distancing is all he has to do, knowing that millions of red hats will follow his lead.
I just don’t get it. I mean, where are the marches made up of millions, demanding the doors of The Oval Office be thrown opened to welcome Joe Biden, who is seriously ready to take on gargantuan responsibilities concerning the welfare of the American people—right now!
Geez—today’s intuitive outpouring offers me reason to imagine tightly wound coils of fury stuffed behind my wall of denial, deep within a subconscious pocket of my mind where patience is wearing so thin as to snap!👩🏻🤬
Though I don’t know if Ohhhm is going to ease the tension, which must be layering up deep inside my brain, I plan to muster the inner strengths necessary to relax my mind in hopes of continuing to heal from recent surgeries, as peacefully as possible, knowing that if nothing changes for the better, over these next several weeks, I’ve voiced my ire—in fact, since trump cares not a fig about anyone other than glorifying himself—I’ll not be surprised to see things worsen as he rallies his cult-like troops to rise up and squelch common sense with lie after lie. Simply put—if the mad man in The Oval Office won’t leave of his own accord, then every sensitive fiber of my being feels that his soulless, twittering twisted think tank must be carried out, ASAP!
You see, I’ve come to believe that much about our political power structure, which worked well for two hundred years, must be outdated, because, over these past fifty years, our separation of powers proves so dysfunctional as to be in need of change for the better, ASAP.
And for the sake of clarity, my definition of ASAP—concerning dethroning the yellow coiffed Wizard of Oz, who appears capable of destroying our nation, is—today without delay.
And if that seems impossible then, tis time to choir up and belt out the inspirational lyrics and melody of the song—To Dream The Impossible Dream.👩🏻🇺🇸
One last personal perception for today—Thankfully, my precious grandchildren are young with active minds, eager to absorb learning, so—as frustrating as this school year has been for parents, children and educators, alike, the fact that our young—who may be experiencing a lost year of learning in a cheerful environment along side their friends—are bright with flexible minds, suggesting that if parents maintain the feat of embracing an attitude of cheerfulness, at home, our little ones will catch up with themselves once schools’ faculties, feeling re-stabilized, welcome children into classroomsm safely and wholeheartedly rather than fearfully, come Fall.
Upon running that thought past Steven, he agreed, knowing that Ravi, a kindergartener, who had loved school, has felt a natural resistance to virtual, on-line learning, and who can blame her bright mind from wandering away from hours spent staring at a screen, when she’s experienced school as having been adventurous, intriguing, entertaining and lots of interactive fun with lots of friends.
As we know, a parent’s attitude generally inspires the same to develop within the mind of a child, and as this pandemic demands that adults step up so as to develop gains in self awareness concerning the importance of achieving Herculean feats in many of life’s arenas as never before—speaking as a parent and teacher, myself, my hat is off to all of you who are home schooling your young, and as to those of you who, in addition to assuming that hat, are also working from home, you are truly amazing, and if no one’s told you that then those who love you are remiss in supporting your best efforts to go above and beyond until leadership in D.C. stops exacerbating havoc by dodging presidential responsibilities relating to every aspect of life throughout every state, whether red or blue, within the entirety of the USA.👩🏻🇺🇸
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