(Ab)using the Bible to Defend Child Abuse?

 

It’s Father’s Day in America. Let’s pause to consider the needless drama playing out along the U.S. / Mexico border. As you read this, stone-hearted, “just following orders” U.S. Border Patrol agents are swooping down like vultures to wrest away traumatized, wailing kids from the loving, embracing arms of their heartbroken emigre dads… and moms, too.

Try to get a sense of this parental anguish, sorrow and horror… try to envision the torrents of shed parent/child tears.

The very thought of these government agents inflicting, incalculable emotional distress and psychological damage makes national security issues seem inconsequential. One starts to wonder if such a barbarically run nation is even worthy of survival?

Fortunately, the Party of Trump does not represent the views and values of real Americans… ergo… let’s just strike out that above sentence and move on.

Every decent human being (regardless of political stripe) should be capable of equating these Trumpian tactics to child abuse / crimes against humanity.

However, U.S. Attorney General Jeff Sessions does not seem to possess even one shred of decency. Hey Jeff, how much did you get paid for your soul? In his role of the sycophantic, unprincipled underling to “Sluggo” Trump, he has been pleased as punch to be reading out the riot act from his boss’ “how to” instruction (destruction) manual… hammering in the “prez’s” zero tolerance policy. And lost in the scuffle and shuffle… long sigh… is the goodly sum of honorable detainees, whose ONLY “crime” is illegal entry into America.

We must not forget that many of these emigres are asylum seekers fleeing their homeland’s spiritual and economic deficits… merely attempting to claim the basic human rights of dignity and liberty. Once upon a time America welcomed them… why not now?

Alas, the soulless, heartless and headless Trumpian monstrosities are training their political crosshairs upon society’s most vulnerable… our world’s children.

To be totally fair here,Trump did weigh in thusly…

“I hate the children being taken away.”

As you should mister T! Might there be some hope for him… after all? Does he not realize that it’d not take much effort to right the wrong. Let’s e.g. that…

Did it ever occur to the “prez” that it is well within his power and purview to fire off one of his Executive Orders? In the mere seconds it’d take him to scribble out 4 words, “LEAVE EMIGRE FAMILIES INTACT” and then sign on the dotted line, he could put an end to this needless child abuse.

But, let’s not hold our collective breath. Both he and most of his “yes-man” underlings appear to be doubling down on (gleefully? sadistically?) inflicting this emotional torture. This past week, we even heard Sessions offering up his indefensible defense of his indefensible boss.

Further blurring the Constitution’s separation of church and state, he rattled off scripture… thusly…

“I would cite you to the Apostle Paul and his clear and wise command in Romans 13, to obey the laws of the government because God has ordained them for the purpose of order. Orderly and lawful processes are good in themselves and protect the weak and lawful.”

Folks, one need not be a Bible thumper to find Jeff Sessions’ use / abuse of scripture to justify child abuse… to say the least… offensive.

Considering the rightwing domination of all three branches of government, America, indeed, is in deep trouble. We see how spineless, valueless lawmakers and judges (who are supposed to thwart the machinations of an autocratic “prez”) have shirked their sworn duty. Upon factoring in how we’re also besieged by propagandists over at FAUX/FOX news, Breitbart, et al, and how there are also far too many lapdog “journalists” this can only serve to enable… not enfeeble… the run amok party of Trump.

Ergo, it’s highly unlikely that any culpable parties will ever be accused (let alone be convicted) of such crimes against humanity. NOPE, few… if any of them… are likely to ever trade in their Teflon™ business suits / robes for prison orange fatigues. One can only hope that come Judgment Day… if such a thing even exists… that the guilty will first get outfitted with their horns and pointy tails and next spend eternity in HELL!

For there is… indeed… a special place in Hell for all child abusers / all who commit crimes against humanity.

Beyond that… one has to wonder if the “prez” also buys into Romans 13? Oh… say… would he “obey the laws of the government” were Special Counsel Robert Mueller to subpoena him for a little Q & A? And, if serious offenses were to then surface, would the “prez” ever accept a Congressionally meted out punishment… i.e., impeachment / removal from office?

Would DJT go quietly or would law enforcers need to boot him out?

Might then the US Border Patrol agents… repurposed and reassigned to DC… come in handy? Most assuredly, they do know how to show someone the door.

 

 

The Last Night Of The World?

 

Most sensible, critical thinkers, worldwide, aren’t expecting anything substantive to get hammered out during this day’s Summit in Singapore. Nonetheless, the US “prez’s” sycophantic handlers and FOX “News” propaganda ministers are all likely to declare, “Mission Accomplished” if he doesn’t wind up tripping over his too long tongue and/or his too long tie.

To be sure, there’ll be a collective sigh of relief IF attempts to hammer out a deal don’t involve the actual use of hammers… IF any FALLOUT from this meeting steers clear of the NUCLEAR variety.

Even so, don’t expect sighs of relief to come easy… i.e., considering the past posturing / trash talk between these two squalling, squabbling children trapped in adult bodies.

In the event humankind winds up facing down the worst case scenario… both of these madmen “pressing their buttons”… well…

Might I recommend that we… the 7+ Billion people of planet Earth… prepare ourselves? Let’s stop to smell the roses. Pig out on our favorite comfort food. Maybe even pop open a bottle of champagne…

Let’s raise our glasses in our farewell toast…

“To all that could’ve been!”

But most importantly of all, be sure to say to everyone you truly care about…

“I love you!”

For what could be the very last time…

 

What Happened: The Damaged “Clinton Brand”?

I’ve just begun reading What Happened by Hillary Rodham Clinton (HRC)… Herstory relating her successful failure, ’16 presidential campaign (i.e., her popular vote victory / Electoral College defeat). Although I’m only on page 124, I don’t deem it premature to pay her (perhaps) the highest compliment any author can ever receive… she’s written a page turner.

I don’t believe it too soon, either, to offer my own theory re what happened…

Ms. Rodham’s defeat, in part, had been due to that godforsaken Clinton moniker. The infidelity of her hubby… William Jefferson Clinton (WJC)… had utterly, irreparably damaged (to put this in political parlance) “The Clinton Brand”… BOTH his and hers. In a fair and just world, no woman should ever be judged based upon a spouse’s deplorable acts. But… regrettably… use of words like “fair” and “just” rarely apply, here.

SIDEBAR: Maybe if the #MeToo Movement existed back in that Nineties era, the outrage and outcry of courageous women could’ve succeeded where the more official, congressional impeachment efforts had failed… i.e., might #MeToo have booted Billy Boy out of office?

Now… to be fair… it is plausible that in all of these intervening years, WJC may’ve mended his cheating ways and learned to show his wife the respect she deserves… BUT… since their Republican foes were (still are) “elephants” who never forget, that means, on Election Day ’16, that damaged “Clinton Brand” had dragged her down.

Which leaves us with the $64 Million question…

Why were/are Donald Trump’s supporters so forgiving of his vulgarly stated admissions of sexually abusing / assaulting women… as revealed on that infamous Access Hollywood ClipYET, so merciless in condemning HRC because of her cheating husband? Beats me! You’d have to ask them to explain themselves… their flagrant hypocrisy.

So… that’s what was. As for what could’ve been…

A woman not need be dependent on any man to define who she is. Oh sure… WJC’s presence and presidency did fast track her arrival upon the national / international stage… BUT… there’s no denying that a woman of her superb intellect, unparalleled qualifications, strength of character and levelheaded demeanor could’ve become a Senator, Secretary of State, POTUS… maybe much more… all on her own… and in all likelihood… decades earlier.

 

 

 

Will Don Don Duds’ Duds? (One Quick Limerick #041)

 

Towards white supremacy, Don doth aspire,
His Klansman / Nazi base feels stoked, afire,
To coddle both sets of buds,
He’ll model both sets of duds?
‘Neath Don’s White Sheets he’ll don Brownshirt attire?

 

The so-called prez has a deplorable history of pandering to his hate mongering alt-right / white nationalist / Klansman / Nazi base. Even in the wake of the Charlottesville, Virginia bloodshed… vehicular manslaughter… where one of his goon pals deliberately plowed into a crowd of anti-racism protestors… murdering one woman and maiming dozens more… the soft on domestic terrorism, fake prez still categorized the sociopathic, bloodthirsty, deplorable alt-right vermin as “fine people”.

Ergo, it’d not be much of a stretch to consider the following (fortunately hypothetical) alternate timelines…

Had Donald Trump been “prez” during WW-II he would’ve been in bed with Adolf Hitler… had he been “prez” at a time leading up to America’s Civil War, he’d have sided with the vile slave owners… perhaps pissing off the northern states to the point of seceding from the United States.

 

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Will Past Performance Predict Future Results?

 

North Korea warming up to Washington? Kim Jong Un and Donald Trump favoring words over weapons? Both combatants sheathing their nuclear sabers and, instead, sitting down at the negotiating table?

While we, the shrewd, sane and peaceable people of our world, should savor this momentary respite in world tensions, we must also remain realistic.

Never forget we are talking about the same Trump, who royally PO’d Mexico’s President Enrique Peña Nieto during a telephone chat… so much so that the angered Nieto cancelled their scheduled face to face meeting. The bone of contention had been Trump’s boondoggle border wall… Donny’s totally bizarre insistence that Mexico must completely foot the bill for its construction.

True, “past performance does not necessarily predict future results”. However it would be totally within character for capricious, delusional DT to firmly grasp at any North Korean extended olive branch…

And then promptly use it to conk KJU over the head!

 

The Undotted Infinitesimal “i” and Uncrossed Teensy “t”?

 

It almost seems like just yesterday that I was a high school senior, settling back into the normal classroom routine following the Christmas break. That’s when just prior to my physics instructor beginning his lecture, he took me aside to inform me of my summons to the assistant principal’s office. The incredulity in his voice was both palpable and justifiable since I’d never given anyone any reason to peg me as a troublemaker.

At that point, my only option was to close my books, make my exit and walk “the final mile” through the now deserted hallways. Peering into the countless classrooms I was passing by, my mind flooded with envy. Why? Well, unlike my classmates, I was being denied my education.

My clear conscience notwithstanding, I was also keenly aware that that assistant principal… let’s refer to him by his initials, CC… was a school rulebook hard-liner. Which raised the big question…

Just which of HIS infinitesimal “i’s” had I undotted and which of HIS teensy “t’s” had I uncrossed?

Upon my arrival, I counted myself amongst the approximately one dozen students… all male… all standing in a semicircle before our judge, jury and executioner. That morning, the bug up CC’s ass turned out to be our long hairstyles, which were in direct violation of the school’s oppressive, grooming code. To paraphrase “Da Man’s” gruff, grunted out ultimatum to each of us… Either get a haircut or get the Hell out… and stay out!

From my side of “The Bench”, His Dishonor’s edict flipped off strict Federal and State statutes which, btw, explicitly state that attendance is MANDATORY for all school aged kids.

Well, the next morning, thanks to Mom’s barbering skills, I wound up passing CC’s inspection. He next handed me a re-admittance form. This required signatures from all six of my teachers… their acknowledgement that they were required to “award” me Fs for all incomplete assignments and/or missed tests.

Admittedly, how two of those six handled this signing “ceremony” certainly turned out to be priceless.

My cool physics teacher, Mr. S (who, btw, sported a much longer hairstyle than what I’d been expelled for) just glumly shook his head side to side while delivering his tongue-in-cheek “tsk tsks”. In guarded, hushed, more serious tones, he expressed both his disbelief and outrage that such a good student could’ve ever been treated so shoddily. When I lamented over how the previous school day’s “Fs” would mess up my GPA, with a conspiratorial smirk Mr. S informed me that I hadn’t gotten any Fs from him. He had had my classmates spend the entire hour quietly reading the next chapter in our textbook. He had also set up a chess board in his office where he had matched wits with anyone who had already read ahead.

My not-so-cool English teacher, Ms. D couldn’t wait for her golden opportunity to gleefully and publicly humiliate any of her students… especially longhaired “hippies”. Yep, I hadn’t even made it halfway to my assigned desk, when, with her stern “So-where-do-you-think-you’re-going-mister” glower… she goose-stepped over to block my path. Had I not first waived CC’s form before her very eyes, that gestapo officer-in-training could’ve easily snarled, “Papers Please!”

It wasn’t until the next day that several of my fellow, readmitted exiles told me how, on the very day of our suspension, our town’s barber had “conveniently” kept his clip joint open for biz well past his regular 5 p.m. closing time. Ah yes… corrupt, small town politics had apparently, heavily influenced CC’s ruling. You see, that barber also moonlighted as one of our school board members… and likely also moonlighted as an author whose self-serving, potentially wallet fattening verbiage had mutated much of our school’s grooming code.

The good news here… mere days later, Judge Damon Keith had ruled to strike down our school’s grooming code. You see, a fellow longhaired student (and friend of mine) had also recently faced down a similar expulsion. But, instead of knuckling under to CC’s BS, his parents… with an assist from the American Civil Liberties Union… had successfully argued that our entire school board and administrative staff did not have the legal right to deny an education to their son or anyone else.

On the upside… from that day forward, I regrew my hair until it reached waist length. And even on the occasions where I’ve opted for substantially shorter “dos”, I’ve always made damned sure my style would, in some way, remain in violation of CC’s code. Why? Just because that’s what freedom is all about. It also feels so good to get the last laugh. And, ever since my retirement, I’ve been free to maintain my mane in all of its lengthy splendor.

On the flipside… my long hair has flipped folks out in varying degrees. Must I point out the obvious… namely that the Y chromosome does permit such hair growth? Just who, beyond that local barber from out of my past, felt they had the right to countermand nature and restrict any man’s individuality? Why the hell should my personal grooming choices ever open me up to profiling… e.g…

  • One man, who couldn’t contain his intolerance, called me a “GD hippie!” Had he been packing heat, he’d have likely blown me away!
  • In an era where customer service within brick and mortar establishments is nearly non-existent, I’ve experienced retail managers and salesclerks first swooping down upon me like buzzards and next shadowing me. I’m almost tempted to (truthfully) claim, “Hey, buzz off! I’m not now… nor have I ever been… nor will I ever be a shoplifter”… but such reassurances would only make them more suspicious.
  • I recently dealt with an Urgent Care physician who, while removing three stitches from my thumb, asked me if I was a musician. True, I do play piano. But, mercifully, I choose not to do so before a captive audience.
  • This past summer, while seated on a park bench, a man mistook me for a homeless person and actually offered me money. Since I’m still solvent I rejected his donation, commended him for his attempt to extend a helping hand, encouraged him to remain philanthropic… BUT… in the same breath… offered my friendly reminder, “Don’t be too quick to judge the book by its cover”.

This would also be a good time to offer up yet another friendly reminder. It’s just as easy for folks to misjudge a well groomed person to be electable. Throughout human history, this has resulted in grotesquely, corrupt regimes headed by the well coiffed, fashionista fascists… such as Bashar al-Assad, Vladimir Putin and Donald Trump.

Of course some might point out how Donny’s “do” does appear a bit unkempt. Hmm… maybe we could coax CC out of retirement to expel him?