America’s Return To Normal

Of late, my homeland’s head of state has been scratching his head; wondering: Why do so many (too many) Americans continue to flip off the proven SAFE and EFFECTIVE, absolutely FREE OF COST, Covid-19 vaccines? Why do they so easily rebuff the aired and streamed, slickly crafted / choreographed, smiley faced, Public Service Announcements, which are supposed to sell the BIG PROMISE; namely,… cue the drum roll / rim shot…

AMERICA’S RETURN TO NORMAL

Admittedly, there’s been insufficient time, wherewithal and staffing to comprehensively psychoanalyze the crap out of vaxxing’s paradoxical, flummoxed state of affairs. Ergo, at best, any attempts to do so will be limited to our gut trusting abilities. With all that in mind, let’s try running the following theory up the flagpole to see if it’ll fly…

• Could vaccine hesitancy, in part, be contact traced to the BIG PROMISE, itself?

These days, just WTF does “normal America” stand for? Alas… long exasperated sigh… in part…

• The (so far) too little / too late attempts to rein in climate change; the consequent destructive, deadly, frequently freakish weather patterns. Left unchecked, as early as 2050, such forces could render our world uninhabitable.

• The autocratic, avaricious Trumper Republicans; who only rise and stay in power due to their validating their base’s bigotry and enacting / enforcing illegal voter suppression laws (Jim Crowism, Gerrymandering, etc.)

• A gilded government of, by and for the obscenely wealthy; all at the expense of the middle class which has been rapidly plunging into poverty; the already impoverished class which has been getting their virtual atoms ground into the asphalt.

• An armed to the teeth, gun sick society; inclusive of seething with racism, swaggering with power, judge, jury and executioner cops slaughtering anyone with a melanin content exceeding lily white AND psycho snipers hellbent on shooting up houses of worship, school houses, workplaces, etc.

• The freak show cult, which still believes snowflake / flaccid Donald J. Trump’s flat-out, unsubstantiated lies about widespread voter fraud; namely, his domestic terrorists, who, back on January 6, 2021, on his behalf, had attempted to overturn free, fair elections and, in the process, overthrow the United States of America and forever install DJT’s fascistic régime. Left unchecked, at the mere drop of a red MAGA hat, these traitors will attack again.

Well, folks, a return to normal, SUCH AS THAT, will never serve as the impetus for folks to vaxx up. The need to do so will have to come from within each of us. Granted, long sigh, my parting pep talk will come across as simplistic, even a bit corny, but, the oft paraphrased maxim, “Where there’s life there’s hope” can become decent folks’ rallying anthem.

And speaking of decent folks, even the late Stephen Hawking incorporated that wisdom, thusly…

“However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. Where there’s life, there’s hope.”

Hey, even unspoken, such a sentiment did serve as the January 6th phrase that pays.

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Grins & Glad Tidings Won’t Cut It

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Granted, this stream of consciousness is more about venting than revealing any fresh, significant insights into the American tableau / life itself. But, vent I must and vent I will. Hell, what have I got to lose, anyway, seeing how few, if any, will be clicking by.

The curse of stale politics, in particular, re the Stateside Two-Party System, has never been more glaring, unmistakable and inescapable.

This past November, ridding the American body of The Cancer, one Donald J. Trump, had left us little choice but to empower Joe Biden. And, seeing how Donny had set the expectations bar far, Far, FAR below rock bottom, to get elected, all Joe needed to do was smile and offer up an affable, “Howdy!”

That’s not to imply Joe’s road ahead will ever be smooth. Nope, not when all his nasty political foes offer is a roadmap (akin to a blank sheet of paper); or worse yet, role play the traffic cops from Hell; who pull him over to harass him.

Sadly, Joe had hoped to usher in an era of bipartisanship. But how, pray tell, can he ever expect to deliver on his campaign promise when he’s one of cooperation’s few advocates? Here’s the rub.

When the 18th century framers of the U.S. Constitution had established Legislative, Judicial and Executive Branch checks and balances, they, obviously, had never anticipated 21st century hyper-partisanship; i.e., the irreconcilable gridlock between the seditious, power hungry, greedy, devoid of all decency Trumper Republicans and the naïve and impotent Democrats.

Desperately needed are Action Hero Democrats; not the asses who meekly warm the very seats, which our legally cast ballots have awarded them.

That’s not to imply Dems‘ road ahead will ever be smooth, either. True they are, currently, the majority party in the Senate, however, that’s merely a razor thin mathematical advantage; their authority further compromised by two DINOs* (namely Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema). Beyond that, so long as the archaic filibuster rule still stands, any innovative, life enhancing / saving legislative changes (that We can believe in) will still require the approval of 60 (not 51) out of 100 senators.

More to the point, America’s Founding Fathers had expected true love of country / respect for humankind’s core values to always trump penny ante politics; this best summed up thusly:

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

Preamble • United States Constitution ratified on June 21, 1788

How can those who fail to live up to such standards ever, even dare to call themselves U.S. elected officials; let alone Americans; let alone, humane human beings?

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*Democrats In Name Only

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Broken Down by Demographics

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Preface: The finest, fair, foolproof method to honestly evaluate humankind involves one, particular demographic; namely, the determination of GOOD or EVIL. This is not about “playing God”; it’s a matter of indulging one’s survival instinct. To appraise a person, based upon far less meaningful characteristics, typically, invites unwelcome discriminatory practices; the type which also necessitate the more in depth blog, that follows…

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Up till June 19, 1865, African-Americans, enslaved in Texas, had not even heard of President Abraham Lincoln’s January 1, 1863 Emancipation Proclamation; which, in part, stated ”all persons held as slaves” (within the rebellious states) “are, and henceforward shall be free.” Alas, even honest Abe got bogged down by parentheticals, which in this instance, resulted in ALL not meaning ALL [read full text here].

Leaping forward, approximately a century and a half, to just yesterday, President Joe Biden signed into law the (mostly) bipartisan legislation, which this Saturday and henceforward, shall make June 19th (Juneteenth) a Federal Holiday.

The good news: We actually discovered that the U.S. Senate, in a rare moment of bipartisanship, had unanimously given this proposal their thumbs up.

The bad news: For no good reason, at all, 14 good-for-nothing U.S. Representatives thumbed their noses.

Such naysayers (and the constituents they suck up to), in all likelihood, were not ready to shed their (figurative?) white robes / hoods and brown shirts / swastika emblazoned accoutrements; such butt ugly attitudes and gaudy apparel already situating them on the wrong side of history.

To cut to the chase: When anyone allows society to be broken down by discriminatory demographics (e.g. skin melanin content), the phrase “broken down”, inherently, fleshes out the very conundrum, which has sickened American society; dating all the way back to 1619, when slave trader mariners first came ashore in North America.

Suffice to say, for us to wish African-Americans “Happy Juneteenth”, will serve more as the welcomed, long overdue morale booster than afford a sorely needed curative to the five centuries old bigotry / chronic mental illness that still afflicts our homeland.

Blameworthy, by and large, are the right wing extremist power junkies, who shamelessly prop up their entire, pathetic, political careers by promoting, provoking and prolonging systemic racism; all for the express purpose of pandering to their deplorable voter base.

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Biden’s UnInauguration Day Nears?

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Of late, the political pundits have been obsessing over Donald J. Trump’s contention that, somehow, some way, he’s to be reinstated / reinstalled within the Oval Office come August 2021.

Seeing how the language of the U.S. Constitution (Article II, Section 1, Clause 6 plus the 12th, 20th and 25th Amendments), provides absolutely no mechanisms for such an eventuality, just how, pray tell, would that ever become a done deal?

Well, for starters, we’d need to totally abandon the realm of reality. And, once ensconced within FantasyLand, that’s where all it would take is one swing of “the magical golf club” for an UnConstitutional mulligan to go down. Let’s envision how that might all play out on our devices’ screens.

First, we’d become eyewitness to Donny, the duly deposed despot, lumbering up to the White House (with his entire freakshow entourage of ex-cabinet member ass kissers / wipers in tow). Upon casually ding donging the doorbell, next, we’d find the legitimate President, Joe Biden, gingerly creaking open the door; to be instantaneously confronted by loony-tunes Trump delivering his insane ultimatum. Let’s eavesdrop on the following brief, heated exchange; oh, say, something along these lines…

Freak Trump: You’ve got 10 minutes to get the F out, OR ELSE!
President Biden: F off you Fascist Freak!*

*Freak enunciated in a multi-syllabic, contemptuous manner.

Assuming that, not unlike the unwelcome, unscrupulous door-to-door salesman, Donny has managed to wedge in his hobnail boot; you know, to prevent the door from closing completely…

Would Biden next get “invited” to his own UnInauguration Day? Would U.S. Chief Justice John Roberts suddenly materialize, POOF, out of thin air to administer the UnOath of UnOffice; oh, say, all impeccably delivered in Pig Latin? Would the U.S. Marine Band play their rendition of Hail to the UnChief; i.e., read their sheet music backwards to perform this ditty from finish to start?

Even were Joe able to totally slam the door in that insurrectionist bastard’s face, would General Nuisance Trump next bark out his marching orders to enrage / engage his private army; perhaps to the point where they’d burn down the White House? I mean, Donny wouldn’t be worried in the least. No sooner would all that billowing, ground zero smoke clear than, yet, another butt ugly Trump Tower (built at taxpayer expense?), would rise, lickety-split, from those horrifying, revolting ashes.

Alas (long sigh), it’d appear that the mechanism for fraudulent Trump’s (looming?) reinstatement is to involve his subversive plot; one akin to ideological diarrhea. This could be aptly branded: Insurrection Day No. 2. And, as is true with the hue of most No. 2, Trump’s and his MAGA morons’ fecal matter could be repurposed to paint the town brown; and from there, they’d trot out their shitty plot nationwide.

To state it vulgarly is not hyperbole. I needn’t remind that, back on January 6th of this year, some of Trump’s insurrectionists did stoop so low as to intentionally track their own fecal matter throughout the U.S. Capitol.

And, upon factoring in how D.J.T. has, to the best of our knowledge, never been punished for any of his crimes, we can expect him to keep on relentlessly attacking America; as will the legions of his freakshow sycophants; of whom he can always depend on to do his dirty work.

For the sake of America’s survival, we can only hope that President Biden has formulated what, in essence, is his Kaopectate® Plan; one that’ll KO / totally wipe out Donald J. Trump’s (impending?) Insurrection Day No. 2.

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A World of Diff ‘tween “The” & “A”!

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After spending 460 days doing his talk show in locked down, pandemic necessitated isolation, Stephen Colbert made his grand re-entrance to NYC’s Ed Sullivan Theatre, last night, to perform before a live and in-person, full audience; all in attendance enjoying (relative) safety; thanks to everybody being fully vaxxed.

To have been an eyewitness to such a momentous occasion certainly did prove there’s a world of diff ‘tween “The” Late Show” and “A” Late Show (the latter rebranding had served as the subtle reminder that not all was (is) well in our homeland / home world).

Such a viewing experience (even from my own living room) proved the much needed mood elevator. So much so, I even managed to beat Mr. Colbert to the punch (punchline) of one of his jokes; namely this news clip enhanced wisecrack…

S.C.: President Biden’s trip abroad will end with his much anticipated showdown, on Wednesday, with Russian President (and cover model for Maritime Murders Monthly) Vladimir Putin. This meeting could be awkward ‘cause earlier this year Biden called Putin a ‘killer’. This weekend Putin was asked about his homicidal tendencies [clip rolls]…

Interviewer: Mr. President, are you a killer?
Putin: (chuckling menacingly) Over my tenure, I’ve gotten used to attacks from all kinds of angles; and from all kinds of areas; under all kinds of pretexts and reasons; at a different caliber and fierceness; and none of it surprises me.

S.C. Punchline: Sooooo… uh… that’s a yes?

CBS Late Show • June 14, 2021

While both predictable Putin and his non-surprising, non-response (tossed word salad) proved a certifiable downer, to have been reminded that I can still think in a humorous vein also did me a world of good.

Analog recording Colbert’s first night back on Broadway, had been well worth the twenty minutes spent [1] hunting down an old (suitable for tape-over) VHS cassette and [2] another five minutes taken to reconfigure the wiring of the hodgepodge of my aged and ailing video gear.

While I’m certain that for Colbert / his entire staff, their reclamation of their Late Show studio / stage has been reward enough, I don’t believe that goes far enough.

Seeing how each and every one of these role models / morale boosters have so valiantly soldiered on throughout the pandemic, at the very least, President Biden should pin medals on these civilians’ uniforms.

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A Non-Flesh ’n’ Blood Kindred Spirit

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One scant week ago, a much too long absent, non-flesh and blood kindred spirit arrived at my front door to resume our regular visits. At first glance, a double take was in order; mainly because I hadn’t seen this otherworldly friend since the pandemic had shuttered our world; well over a year ago.

Suddenly, upon factoring in my (typically) restless / sleepless condition, I had to wonder if I had nodded off? Wandered off into Dreamland? Or, was something else playing out; oh, say, along the lines of a supernatural themed TV series-come-true? Might I be blasting off from Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone launch pad?

However (brushing all reader attention grabbing hyperbole aside), as everything actually turned out, ‘twas not unnerving in the least. Quite the contrary!

What we’re actually discussing is my unexpected reconnection to a newsprint and ink publication; namely, a weekly newspaper (featuring state and local goings-on, human interest stories, recipes, op-eds and obits; not to mention the brain challenging Sudoku and crossword puzzles. All in all, food for thought!

Now, I do know (long sigh) that newspapers don’t mean all that much to the general public anymore; especially folks who’ve never known anything other than our (regrettably) Internet dominated and dependent world.

And usage of “regrettably” is not an exaggeration; especially considering how easily we could all become disconnected; be that issue related to tech gremlins / www dead zones, consumer cost-cutting or something far, Far, FAR more wicked and UNNERVING!

With regards to that last listed item, at present, we’re discovering too damned many nations on the brink of ideological collapse; inclusive of the United States (in spite of President Joe Biden’s efforts to thwart his immediate predecessor’s ongoing treachery). Problem is that fascistic leaders are far, Far, FAR too proficient at manipulating the misguided masses into committing what is tantamount to ritualistic, socioeconomic suicide.

Freedom does die wherever / whenever the cultish rabble get fired up by (smarmily) charismatic firebrands; otherwise known as a-hole autocrats to us wise, reality based, critical thinkers.

To take a brief spin thru that rogues gallery let’s “try on for size” the ideologically and psychotically supersized Vladimir Putin (Russia), Xi Jinping (China), Kim Jong Un (North Korea), Abdel-Fattah el-Sissi (Egypt), Recep Tayyip Erdogan (Turkey), Rodrigo Duterte (Philippines) and, saving the worst for last, the duly deposed in 2020 (and presumed 2024 chomping at the bit wannable Donald J. Trump.

Uh, on second thought (re that try on session), let’s not.

More to the point, ever since tyrannical Trump made “FAKE NEWS” his catchphrase that pays / got that reverberating in the echo chamber, brain-dead heads-of-state, worldwide, have been overusing and abusing such vernacular, ofttimes verbatim, whenever genuine article journalists spot on expose them as societal parasites.

Even more to the point, most autocrats keep their grubby little paws poised over the Internet Kill Switch. After all, in the end (THE END) when it comes down to trampling human rights, their first order of biz is to sever all lines of communication, especially online reportage. It’d not be hyperbolic to say that, in the wrong hands, such a “circuit breaker” could eventually unravel the Internet and kill the truth.

My above concerns are the very reasons why I deem all reputable, hard copy newspapers akin to:

A Non-Flesh ’n’ Blood Kindred Spirit of mine; hopefully yours too.

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Is it even possible to blog onward?

With each passing moment, I’ve been finding it tougher and tougher to post; a phenomenon totally unrelated to the wordsmithing / site navigation combo, itself. In essence, I’ve been asking myself…

• Is it even possible to blog onward?

• How can anyone, especially an obscure WordPress contributor (specializing in sociopolitical commentary), ever expect to win any war of words when it’s all tantamount to engaging the unseen enemy within?

The enemy within? How so? Well, prior to January 6, 2021, few History buffs / Poli Sci mavens would’ve seriously considered the possibility that the longstanding United States of America would wind up under siege. After all, our very Constitution provides for peaceable redress re nearly every grievance; well, uh, that’s assuming we’re not speaking of mass insanity; e.g., where a head-of-state headcase, obviously devoid of reality-based gripe(s), eggs on savage throngs of his sycophantic DOMESTIC terrorists, who, in turn, on his behalf, go on a frenzied, murderous, burn down America rampage.

Nor could the aforementioned analysts have ever foreseen how the, as of yet unpunished, predominate perpetrator / traitor would (perhaps) spend the entirety of his remaining Earthly days out of reach of the long arm of the law.

To flesh that out even further, we’ll now be agonizing over an, as of yet, unbranded Corporate / CorpoRot venture. Let’s assign it the working title: Coup D’états R Us; its proprietor being…

Donald J. Trump, the absolutely abhorrent autocrat. In spite of that disgusting, would-be murderer of Democracy remaining in absentia, that Anti-American still poses an ever-present danger. After all, he’s still seething with narcissism driven outrage. As such, he’ll, forevermore, adamantly refuse to stand down, attempt to exact revenge against all who empowered Joe Biden and, if/when left unchecked, will see his grotesque regime change to fruition.

COUNT ON HIM ravaging the body of America like some ferocious, rabid, rancid, rampaging cancer that, left untreated, will ceaselessly mutate and metastasize until We, the 331 million People, wind up the lifeless aggregate corpse.

OR, were we to assign such a retrograde aftermath a 17th century spin, despotic DJT’s looming second rise to power would be akin to Count Dracula rising / crawling out from his coffin; slinking and skulking in dank darkness; roaming the face of the Earth from dusk to dawn; relentlessly sucking the life blood from the masses.

OR, were we to update that metaphoric, age-old folklore to the 21st century, viral Trump would eventually snuff out liberty, equality and justice; that all akin to the suffocation suffered by Covid-19’s victims. And, in this instance actuality, not analogy, would apply; seeing how DJT had had no small hand in the bungling of Pandemic Management 101; at each and every stage. To get into some well-deserved name-calling; let’s call / call out that sociopath: The Stateside Strangler.

Suffice to say, identifying the problem has been far easier than ever finding any straightforward solution(s); I believe most of us can dig that… uh… need I even blog onward?

OR, more to the point…

Is it even possible to blog onward?

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Where Does Clyde “Enjoy the Go”?

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Trumper Republican Andrew Clyde, of late, has been doing double duty as both charlatan U.S. Congressman and authentic (Orwellian magnitude) American History revisionist. He recently weighed in… correction… pooh-poohed Donald J. Trump’s January 6, 2021 attempted coup d’état, thusly:

“There was an undisciplined mob, [but] to call it an insurrection in my opinion is a bold-faced lie. Watching the TV footage of those who entered the Capitol and walked through Statuary Hall, showed people in an orderly fashion in between the stanchions and ropes taking pictures. If you didn’t know the footage was from January 6, you would actually think it was a normal tourist visit.”

To borrow bold-faced liar (and poo-poo / doody head) Clyde’s own words…

Since when does “an undisciplined mob” constitute “a normal tourist visit”, hmm?

To briefly rehash reality…

Most sensible, peaceable, pro-democracy people, worldwide, perceive January 6th far more accurately than Clyde does. We had been eyewitness to the (then) President of the United States of America ordering his attack against the United States of America; emboldening his MAGA mad hatters to storm the U.S. Capitol; to do whatever it’d take to deep-six democracy / prevent legislators from performing their Constitutional (12th Amendment) stipulated duty to certify Joe Biden’s / Kamala Harris’ Electoral College victory.

Of course, Trump’s malignant narcissism did make it impossible for him to accept ballot box defeat; so much so, that he flat-out lied about widespread voter fraud; so much so, that he believed his own lie; so much so, that his devotees eagerly ate up whatever poop he fed them; so much so that, in defense of their indefensible prez and his fraudulent cause, they murdered and maimed; pillaged and looted; despoiled and soiled; so much so, that they even took dumps in the hallways; trampled and tracked their own feces throughout the premises.”

Soooooo… if Congressman Clyde actually believes that “a normal tourist visit” is inclusive of defecation and fecal smearing, what might his own personal life be like?

  • Is this U.S. House Rep. housebroken?
  • Would an outhouse outclass his digs?
  • What type of art hangs off his walls?
  • Does he gross out his house guests?
  • Just where does Clyde “enjoy the go”?

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Embattled Mixed Emotions

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As a pacifist, I concur with President Joe Biden’s decision to finally end George W. Bush’s ill-conceived War in Afghanistan; the projected exit date to fall on September 11, 2021; the 20th Anniversary of the NYC / DC / PA al-Qaeda attacks.

As a pragmatist, I know there’s little for the world to gain by America soldiering onward, endlessly, in that one specific war zone; especially considering how terrorism, by its very nature, knows no geopolitical boundaries; when new, terrorist training camps proliferate not unlike metastatic cancer cells; when any attempts at shutting them down is not unlike playing a bloody, deadly game of Whac-a-Mole.

As an ethicist, I also need to factor in the Pottery Barn, “You Break It, You Own It Rule”. Obviously, since W did his damnedest to break Afghanistan, unfortunately, that means that each of his presidential successors, have inherited the carnage. And, as such, there’s a moral and financial obligation to clean up all that W had mucked up.

The rub here is that when it comes down to any Wars on Terror, there are no easy exit strategies; as the reality of W’s nearly two decades long AND Russia’s one decade long no-win battles can both certainly attest to.

The problem began when brain dead W, in his futile attempt to “smoke out” Osama bin Laden, had resorted to boots on the ground overkill when, truth be told, a more refined, cogent approach would’ve sufficed; e.g. President Barack Obama’s deployment of the “United States Navy SEALs of the U.S. Naval Special Warfare Development Group (also known as DEVGRU or SEAL Team Six)” (quoted content copied / pasted from Google search).

Of course, that’s not to say there have been no gains within Afghanistan, in particular, we must consider the modest improvements re human rights; more specifically, women’s rights.

As an altruist, the very thought of the Taliban (or any other barbaric, moronic, misogynistic régime), muscling its way back into that embattled region is repugnant to me.

As a realist, I know that U.S. troops have been fighting no-win battles. So, how the hell could it ever be any different for the Afghani forces who will soon be left to fend for themselves?

As a kinda / sorta journalist, I find it absolutely unsettling to end a blog with a question, especially one that neither I nor anyone else can honestly answer in a hopeful manner. Long sigh.

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Enter This Road At Your Own Risk!

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Welcome to my / my homeland’s nightmare. And do heed my headline’s warning!

Alas, we’re about to discuss the post Trumpian Epoch; the bare bones existence currently suffered by millions of us commoners, all across the Ununited States of America; a nation gone utterly mad. Granted, I do blog obsessively / excessively on this topic, but, especially considering the January 6th Insurrection, this is not without good reason.

For starters, while President Joe Biden has been doing whatever he can to right Trump’s wrongs, mostly by signing Executive Orders (EO), considering the U.S. Senate’s 50-50 bitter, partisan divide and how multiple state’s xenophobic Governors have been approving recently authored, seething with racism, voter suppression laws, Joe may wield neither the required political clout nor possess sufficient time to take on such a Herculean task; let alone, permanently fix our Donald-diseased, devastated homeland / world.

And even if he does, the bitter truth is that Joe’s EOs can just as easily be undone by any future, radical Republican who manages to mismanage (take out) the Oval Office; maybe as early as 2024; be that Donny, himself, or one of his scramble-brained spawn.

Now, I cannot attest to whether or not what follows illustrates a bona fide nightmare; i.e., seeing how, like most of us, I rarely recall all that transpires during my REM sleep. Nonetheless, here we go…

I find myself cruising along a two lane, rural highway at the posted 90 KPH (55 MPH) limit; one so steep I’m practically heading skyward. Just as I’ve reached the apex of this Wild West mesa, at breakneck speed, an oncoming, painted retina burning red, SUV veers over the center line.

Perhaps, its delirious driver has been driven to this off course, feverish pace by ague? Or, he is some inveterate, nonconformist who, by his very hot headed nature, is hellbent on disobeying all the rules of the road? Perhaps, he’s a hardcore science denier and, as such, actually believes that two objects can occupy the same spot at the same time; sans any damage?

Just when this impending, fatal head-on crash seems carved in stone / tombstone, I spot a side road. Even tho I know not where that dirt and graveled passage will take me, it’s down to do or die. With nothing left to lose, I swerve sharply leftward; barely accommodating the laws of inertia; i.e., narrowly averting vehicular rollover.

Just as I exhale my “whew” and nervous chuckle, I catch a fleeting glimpse of that kamikaze vehicle, reduced to momentary, mere red blur, in my rearview mirror. Another “whew”, for indeed, I’ve totally cheated certain death?

Maybe not! Now materializing out from a dense, billowing dust devil, I spot an impromptu, caravan parking lot; multiple dozens of pick-up trucks, all hued blood red; all veritable roadblocks to all forward motion and notions; to humankind’s journey thru life. This rabble flaunts and taunts; honks horns, hoots and hollers.

Worst of all, these guerrillas, teamed up with big city and small town rogue cops, brandish their assault rifles; aim them all in my direction. What totally innocent moi could’ve possibly done to face down such vigilante justice escapes me; but I am driven to escape and escape I will.

With my untimely demise, once more, imminent, yet another unpaved side road presents itself. Somehow, I manage to reprise my moments earlier, maneuvering miracle only to discover the road, unexpectedly morphing into two mere parallel tire ruts within a tall, tinder dry weed field; the median strip’s knee high foliage noisily scraping at my vehicle’s undercarriage; that clunk of a boulder cannot be good.

My gas tank ruptured, spilling petrol and friction spark flames; one certainty, there can be no turning back.

Momentarily my eyes gaze skyward; perhaps to see the light? The gate to the promised land? I dunno. But, one thing that fleeting glance doth provide is the forewarning of a looming storm front. Angry storm clouds hurl freakish, sky to ground lightning bolts, which set ablaze the drought browned vegetation, ahead.

Fortuitously, albeit a mere car width wide, yet another path presents itself; my last ditch, leftward sharp turn, momentarily, affording me a new lease on life? Or not?

OH NO! OMG! It’s now abundantly clear I’ll be running out of rutted road before I can lead foot my speedometer down to zero. Not unlike the dive of the fictional flick’s Thelma and Louise, I careen over a sky high cliff; plunge into a Grand Canyon magnitude abyss; FALLING, Falling, falling; the gravity.of the situation all but assuring an early meeting with my maker?

The End?

Epilogue: Be the above account based upon an actual nightmare, the composite of untold night terrors (accrued over a lifetime), or merely the musings of this sleep-starved blogger on this new / old pandemic day, it’s all, obviously, reality rooted; the current events unmistakably torn from today’s front page news; e.g., the pitiless pandemic, Democracy demolishing insurrectionists, reckless recalcitrant Trumpers, police brutality, hate crimes, mass murdering incidents, climate change’s freakish weather; uh, need I say more? Sure, why not?

Perhaps REM sleep affords us the best opportunity to make sense of our hometowns, homelands and home world? Of course, it’s not as if anything any of us could muster, solution-wise, would ever be taken seriously, let alone, get implemented.

However, there is one inescapable truth.

First and foremost, everything good we hope for is inexorably linked to humanity emerging from this godforsaken pandemic in full possession of sound mental, physical, fiscal health.

At best, our path ahead will prove a tough road to hoe. At worst, it’ll get roadblocked by horrific people and their horrendous policy; so much so that our forward momentum could easily come down to a brake squealing, tire screeching, crashing halt; perhaps, even drive us over a cliff; i.e., if we let it.

Let’s not let it!

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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