A (Shared?) Healthy Core Belief (1 Quick Limerick #092)

 

Whether we’re centrist or left or right polar,
Be our views secular or holy roller,
We know there’s NO real excuse,
For Donald Trump’s child abuse,
Enforced by ICE and each border patroller.

 

 

 

 

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Fake Prez Lays An Egg! Society Chickens Out?

 

Animal rights activists… rightfully so…insist that the Egg Industry should raise their egg producing chickens in a humane, cage-free setting.

Human rights activists… rightfully so… insist that the fake prez should raise his detainee immigrant children in a humane, cage-free setting.

Yet, it would appear that far too many, within American society, are more likely to accept cage-free chickens than cage-free kids!

Why can’t we have both?

 

 

Interstellar Goodwill Ambassadors’ Messages…

As we just saw in that above clip, Interstellar Goodwill Ambassador Klaatu attempts First Contact by bravely facing down Earthlings, who are armed to the teeth with primitive, yet deadly weaponry. Needless to say… things do not go well…

With these clips in mind, I now assume the role of the Interstellar Goodwill Ambassador to deliver my own message…

 

In the interest of interstellar amity, I’d like to address all extraterrestrials wherever you may hail from. Please keep in mind the inherent dangers in making First Contact… especially when it comes down to us Earthlings. Even if you’re only on a hiding in the bluff, anthropological mission, you could still be in grave danger.

One of our famous writers, Mark Twain, once said, “Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.” And I’d ditto Mr. Twain’s schrewd counsel whenever we assess Earth’s demented demographic, too.

You say you’re not here to argue with anyone? Guess again! To better illustrate just how bad terrestrials’ ‘tudes can get, we’ve got a book called a Thesaurus, that’s loaded with synonyms that further describe our argumentative nature… e.g., quarrelsome, disputatious, captious, contrary, cantankerous, contentious; belligerent, bellicose, combative, antagonistic, truculent, pugnacious.

Does any of that get you to worrying about the success of your missions? It should! Could any of this lead to interstellar / interplanetary warfare? What do you think?

Granted, you do out-think and outgun us. But… in far too many instances… and as I’ve already alluded to… too many of the Earthlings you encounter will OUTCRAZY you. And OUTCRAZY can be a dicey situation… one that could suddenly tip the tactical advantage against you.

To e.g. that, traipse gingerly through our bullets flying everywhere / every day Wild West Wasteland. You’ll be facing down pop up war zones… impromptu battlefields… where you’ll be besieged by ravenous for the limelight, sociopathic domestic and international terrorists. Or, in your case, that’d make them interstellar terrorists. Remember, their fusillades of bullets and IEDs can easily mangle your bodies / be as deadly as your deathrays are to us. Hell, they might even attempt ramming vehicles or even hijacked jets into your spacecraft.

As for you guys saying, “Take me to your leader”? Don’t be fools! Do not… repeat… DO NOT even consider such a summit. A yuge part of that OUTCRAZINESS is the xenophobia driven intolerance exhibited by this world’s heads up their asses, heads of state.

To e.g. that, wrap your minds around the unfortunate present-day, anti-alien attitude that targets terrestrial aliens… terrestrial aliens, mind you… especially here, within the United States. This is but a mere dress rehearsal for how they’d horrifically abuse you.

To further e.g. that, let me introduce you to “our” small minded, small handed, (ostensibly) small endowed “leader” who makes up for his feelings of abject inadequacy by rattling his phallic symbol nuclear missiles. When we factor in his demented notions of creating a Space Force… well… that’s when we’ve got to believe he’s lusting to first target you guys and next launch those nukes. You just gotta know, too, that he also yearns to get off while blasting off those suckers. In that sort of enraptured state, he’d be on (mushroom) cloud nine!

Need I go on?

A final word to the wise… if you’re still planning on a close encounter of any kind… please… whatever you do… you must ensure topflight maintenance of your flying saucers / starships! Prior to and during your visits to Earth, run precautionary, daily diagnostics of your propulsion systems / star drives, cloaking devices, shield generators and communication devices. As for your engines, when you shift them into reverse, you had better be able to net velocities that are on par with your forward speeds. In other words, you must be able to get out trouble as fast as you get into it. Believe me… to deal with Earth, in any way, is to get into trouble… spelled with a capital T.

You’d be well advised to reprogram your robot, too… I believe his name is Gort. To get fully into CYA mode, you must ensure that no Earthling ever tries to boss him around… order him to stand down by uttering…

“Klaatu barada nikto! Klaatu barada nikto! Klaatu barada nikto!”

While I do offer you the olive branch of peace… many other Earthlings would choose to use it to beat you to a pulp… or worse… as suggested in, yet, another deadly First Contact dramatization…

Why can’t the argumentative, quarrelsome, disputatious, captious, contrary, cantankerous, contentious; belligerent, bellicose, combative, antagonistic, truculent, pugnacious people of our world stand down and get along with each other… inclusive of aliens… be they terrestrial or extraterrestrial… i.e., the way the following happily-ever-after-ending plays out…

 

 

The Woodstock Nation: RIP? Or just MIA?

From August 15th thru 18th, 1969… while festival goers were reveling within their newly established Bethel, NY, Woodstock Nation… I was stuck at home… back in Michigan… stuck in my early teens, too. The only way I could’ve ever counted myself amongst Woodstock’s estimated 500,000 souls, would’ve been to run away from home, hitchhike and… upon my eventual return… REALLY face the music… a.k.a. parental repercussions / getting “grounded for life”. Bummer! <—Now, there’s a word in desperate need of carbon dating!

Mom and dad’s (understandable) protectionism… in a sense… had already been grounding me… and for doing nothing wrong, too. Over the past half century… just for fleeting moments… I’ve oft wondered. What would I have had to lose had I flown the coup for about a week? Well, here’s what I actually did lose by nearly always being the obedient son: The ability to treasure the lifelong memories of having actually been there.

Of course, even from afar, I did manage to catch this monumental music event’s sense of belonging, anyway. Funny how that sort of “buzz” was fully capable of bridging that 1000km gap. How so?

The Woodstock Nation-State was just as much
a state of mind. And in my mind, it still is.

The Woodstock state of mind does transcend the music, too. From my perspective, it is to believe in enriching society with essential liberty, peace, love, tolerance, equality, inclusiveness, diversity, ecological sensitivity and fiscal sobriety.

But, to transition back to the music… ultimately… I did finally get to hear a portion of what I had missed, thanks to [1] the tireless, audio engineers, who had kept the onsite tape recorders rolling, [2] Cotillion / Atlantic Records for releasing these performances as a 139 minute duration, vinyl triple album on May 11, 1970, and [3] the progressive rock, FM radio DJs, who kept on playing these LPs in heavy rotation. BTW, as a young teen, my parents would not permit me view the R-rated Woodstock motion picture so, to me, this festival had remained heard but not seen.

Eventually, in a manner of speaking, I did get to “time travel” for a virtual visit to Bethel, too! This was courtesy of a local band performing at one of my high school’s Friday night dances. These four musicians covered… no it was much more than that… these showmen had all faithfully recreated Sly & The Family Stone’s Woodstock performance of I Want To Take You Higher. Their frontman’s spirited pep-talk adeptly mimicked / echoed Sly Stone’s style / sentiments. And that energized / encouraged us to shed our inhibitions… to participate in a hip, sing-along where we repeatedly sang / chanted “I want to take you higher”, while enthusiastically, joyously, rhythmically waving our peace sign, gesturing hands high in the air!

Oh, how both the times and crowd mentality have changed these past fifty years. How so?

• Instead of upraised arms to revel in our freedom, lately, within the political arena, we’ve been witnessing arms upraised in thinly veiled salutes to fascism.

• Instead of the index and middle fingered gesture of benevolence / peace… lately, nearly everywhere we look… absent the index finger… this becomes the gesture of malevolence / hatred. And, far worse, within ubiquitous pop up war zones, the index fingers too frequently get routinely repurposed as trigger fingers.

• Instead of chants that take us to a higher plane of existence, currently, rallies become the venue for rowdy crowds to chant “campaign slogans” such as  “Send them back!”, “Send her back!” and “Lock her up!”

But… it’d be a bummer to end this post on such a sad note… especially on the 50th Anniversary of Woodstock.

“I want to take you higher” was / still is Sly Stone’s goal… and mine too…

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Trump Devotee Wake Up Call ~ 1 Quick Limerick #091

 

There is no defense for Trump, don’t you dare try,
From immigrant moms’ arms, their babies he’ll pry,
Where’s your moral outrage?
re these tykes who he’ll cage,
The immigrant kids he torments till they cry!

Alternate Line #5: Some immigrant kids he torments, till they die!

 

 

 

No Kicks On This Route 666

 

Hmm… I just heard an NPR story about how the fake prez wants to dig deeper ruts into the path towards LEGAL immigration… i.e., by restricting citizenship to only those seekers, who are well educated and most likely to contribute something great to American society.

Hmm… seeing how, historically speaking, inventors / innovators have not always earned the diplomas, which could prove their worthiness, how would we ever know if a foreign born person… minus a diploma, yet, capable of greatness… was being summarily denied citizenship by Trumpian restrictions? Deprived of funding that’s typically found within a wealthy nation (such as America), what life enriching / life saving innovations / inventions may never see the light of day?

Hmm… on the flip side of that coin… what about America’s stuck in darkness, uneducated existing citizens… oh… say… the uneducated prez and his uneducated supporters? Other than Civil War and Nazi Germany magnitude, society stifling, racism / hatred, just WTF do they contribute to American or any other society?

Hmm… were the ersatz prez to piggyback his “only educated citizens” rule upon the stooping shoulders of his recent hate-based “send them back” rants, where would that leave his ignorant supporters? His ignorant family? Even his ignorant self?

Hmm… I do believe Melania should be exempt. After all, her having said “I do” is not proof of ignorance. All that marriage made in hell proves is her love was blind. As for her estranged hubby’s strange love? That can only be found in every one of his mirrors.

Hmm… my discussion is not to suggest that anybody should get the hell out of America. I’m merely demonstrating how damned near every Trumpian edict attempts to establish a slippery slope which, left unchecked, could easily, perhaps irreparably, damage what little good is left of the United States of America.

Hmm… Ironically, Trumpian slippery slopes and deeper ruts could easily establish a full throttle, full traction, empty headed, one-way trip down the highway to hell!

 

 

 

 

A Tale of Two Economies: Robust vs. Going Bust

 

The Best of Times? Trump oft crows excessively about the American economy… as if he, alone, made it a glowing success.

• To keep it all real, we need to acknowledge that, in the wake of George W. Bush’s Crash of 2008, it had been President Barack Obama’s adept, no nonsense leadership and problem solving skills that’d actually returned America to solvency.

The Worst of Times? Donny also incessantly implies that the economy is so fragile that it cannot even support an influx of asylum seekers ISO employment in the United States.

• To keep it all real, we need to acknowledge that the positions immigrants fill oft involve occupations that many Americans deem unappealing.

Hmm… one would think that were Donny’s glowing scenario true, he’d be able to supply enough jobs for everybody, right? So much so, that… other than to indulge his deplorable bigotry… there’d be no need for him to whine about immigrants.

So which economic picture is it? Robust? Going Bust?

True, in Trump’s past life as a so-called businessman, it’d been his avariciousness and recklessness, which had rendered him oblivious to his own oncoming, business failures / bankruptcies. Even so, in the here and now, even he has got to know that he presides over an unsustainable, smoke and mirrors economy that cannot, indefinitely, withstand this triple whammy…

[1] HIS ill-conceived, ill-timed trade war with China
[2] HIS reckless deregulation of the financial world
[3] HIS massive tax breaks for the wealthy which re-
boot the twice failed, trickle down Reaganomics

Sooner or later… long sigh… Trump will crash the American / global economies… at which time, that snake oil salesman will tuck tail, cut and run, and promptly dump HIS whole mucked up mess onto the Oval Office desk of his successor… probably a Democrat… who will possess genuine, adept, no-nonsense leadership that’ll successfully morph Donny’s Worst of Times into America’s Best of Times… AGAIN!