And the Children Shall Lead

It would appear that Donald J. Trump’s abusive policies do not stop at separating immigrant families and caging their children.

Now, the man-child prez practically threatens to hold his breath if every last damned public / private school, spanning America, has not flung their doors, wide open, by September. Indeed, that imbecile now vows to cram pack every U.S. family’s kiddies into their classrooms by the fall and, in the process…

• Dispatch some of these soon-to-be COVID-19 infected students into hospital, ICU detention and/or to an early grave… regardless of their ethnicity.

Now, if that’s that sicko psycho’s twisted notion of what constitutes a take-charge president / champion of inclusiveness, let him continue rotting away his worthless, riddled with racism carcass while lollygagging on his golf courses, pigging out on junk food and/or vegging out before his big screen TV (while overdosing on his propaganda ministers’ incessant flattery).

Mister Anti-Science’s problem is how, even when he’s staring at the alarming, American COVID-19 death toll of 134,000 (and still counting)… OF HIS OWN MAKING… he still cannot fathom how insanely contagious coronavirus actually is.

Worse yet, in his mucked up head, the pandemic is already over… even though that pathogen is still rampaging all across America… as well as within every other nation misled by an anti-science, avarice driven, asshat autocrat.

As such…

• The tantrum throwing Trump… the man-child who never, ever learns from his mistakes… is doomed to continue flunking out in Pandemic Management 101.

• America can expect dinner table transmission of COVID-19… the all too predictable outcome when the children bring home far more than their homework assignments.

• The children shall lead the way… usher their moms, dads, grandmas, grandpas and everybody else they come into contact with to their early graves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Very First Time I Felt Like a Father

 

Whenever my destinations involve malls, cineplexes, supermarkets, etc…. rain or shine… my car usually winds up in the parking lot periphery to [1] avoid dings and dents on fenders / doors, [2] force myself to get a bit of exercise and [3] ensure that, upon exiting my parking space, my automatic transmission can be shifted into D rather than R.

You see, some automotive “genius” had thoughtlessly designed my car’s rear end to stick up so high in the air that it’s nearly impossible for a backing up driver to always see short in stature passersby.

With that in mind, what now follows is my parking lot, pedestrian safety related tale… a narrative with both an unexpected twist and a far deeper message…

Not too long ago… as I was hoofing it inward bound to a Whole Foods market… while still too distant to rush to the rescue… I spotted / heard an exuberant little boy… probably no more than a four-year-old… who was rushing straight into the path of an oncoming SUV.

The distracted driver had totally missed seeing the stop sign and just kept on carelessly barreling down the service drive, which ran past the storefront. Noticing, too, who I assumed to be the tyke’s (also distracted) mommy, I did all I could possibly do under the circumstances. In my last ditch attempt to attract her attention… maybe even the boy’s, too… I yelled as loudly as I could, “WATCH OUT!” Suddenly looking up to see the impending disaster, she rushed towards her son and snatched him out of harm’s way… just in the nick of time!

As I did my grocery shopping that afternoon, I realized I would’ve reacted in the same manner regardless of the imperiled person’s age… but… that this had involved someone so young… well everything began to register on a personal level I had never even considered before.

During my entire life as a non-parent (sixty plus years)… this was the very first time that I had truly felt like a father. Having helped prevent a youngster’s serious injury… maybe even saving his life… only served to prove how the parental instinct is programmed into us all.

And that’s why I now make my heartfelt appeal to my countrywomen and men, who presently misdirect their parental instinct to protect a 73 year-old man-child rather than the immigrant children he bullies and abuses.

Looking out for the well-being of children upstages / upends politics! Hell, it even transcends religion. We are talking about pure, parental instinct, here. And, as my above story amply points out, one need not even be an actual parent to feel these feelings.

All I can say is if… at the “mere” thought of wailing, sobbing, crying immigrant children… you cannot feel the anguish in your heart… well… humanity just might be heading towards a metaphorical, group cardiac arrest.

A cynic might even begin to wonder if “the patient” is even worth saving. Let’s hope that such world-weariness won’t impede a sorely needed, long overdue, full, societal recovery.

 

 

 

School District Tries To Tear Families Asunder

If you haven’t the time to watch the video, check out the Fast Facts:

• Cash strapped Pennsylvanian parents can’t afford to pay for the lunches served to their children attending classes within the Wyoming Valley West School District.

• Cash strapped school system officials… inclusive of Federal Programs Director Joseph Muth… all alarmed about the resultant, growing $22,000 deficit… mail out threatening letters… issue an ultimatum to parents (my characterization):

Either pay up or we’ll haul your asses into Dependency Court where [1] you could easily be found guilty of child neglect and [2] have your children seized and relegated to foster care.

• A rushing to the rescue philanthropist… La Colombe Coffee CEO Todd Carmichael… offers to foot the entire $22,000 bill.

• School muckety-mucks flat-out refuse to accept his largesse.

WHY?

Obviously, this is NOT all about the money. So what might be afoot?

Might Wyoming Valley West’s officious officials not want anyone denying them their Trump-Given-Right to sadistically tear impoverished families asunder? Haunting images of Trumpian detention center caged, crying immigrant children do come to mind.