An Ideological Wardrobe Malfunction ~ Vid of the Day

In her attempt to hang up her husband’s figurative(?) white hood, white robe and brown shirt… FLOTUS Melania Trump flew off to Texas today to tour an immigration detention center. Call this her efforts to “make nice” along the U.S. / Mexico border on behalf of her husband, who… in all likelihood… neither actually feels remorse nor any particular need to heal the deep emotional wounds he’s inflicted upon young children and their mommies and daddies.

However, her good deed lost some of its sorely needed positive impact. You see, the First Lady wound up experiencing an ideological wardrobe malfunction. Emblazoned on the back of her jacket… for all the world to see… were the words…

“I Really Don’t Care, Do U?”

White House East Wing communications director Stephanie Grisham responded thusly…

“It’s a jacket. There was no hidden message. After today’s important visit to Texas, I hope the media isn’t going to choose to focus on her wardrobe.”

For the record… I do believe Ms. Trump to be a far more decent and compassionate person than her husband. As such, that makes Ms. Grisham’s explanation believable… BUT…

To say the least… this unfortunate incident could not have happened at a worse time.

To say the most… folks… I do question my objectivity in this matter. Ever since I got my firsthand glimpse of that mournfully crying, devastated, needlessly detained, immigrant child, I’ve been an emotional basket case. No normal person could ever eyewitness the embodiment of Donald Trump’s inhumanity to humankind without feeling consumed by profound sorrow and outrage.

To say a bit more… as is true with most of us… in our lifetimes most of us have suffered through UNAVOIDABLE incidents of separation anxiety. In my own case, I can still recall two specific events vividly… even though they occurred six decades ago (I’ve reblogged the two relevant passages from my 06/05/2018 blog and they’ll appear, below, as an addendum to this blog).

My apologies now go out to Ms. Trump for dragging her into this blog. BUT, since she IS attempting to soothe the worldwide outrage and since I am one person out of 7+ Billion souls in need of her therapy, I’d tend to think she’d understand my need to vent… especially since my criticism is focusing, primarily, upon her husband. That duly noted…

My one and only (mild) critique of Ms. Trump is that she should’ve been more careful. Or… at the very least why couldn’t one… MAYBE JUST ONE… White House staffer have noticed and taken her aside to suggest a change of wardrobe prior to her having gone out in public?

BUT… considering the YUGE [sic] cast of disreputable, slimy characters swimming in the deep end of today’s White House swamp… many of them personally handpicked by Donald… who among these deplorables would’ve ever found that “I Really Don’t Care, Do U?” jacket message even remotely off-putting? Not caring IS their very way of life. Indeed… they’ve based their entire careers upon not giving a F about anything that truly matters.

In fact… most of them would’ve been far more likely to take the First Lady aside to high-five her on her way out the door!

 

ADDENDUM / REBLOG:

As a four-year-old I had needed surgery. Even though my folks had tried their very best to emotionally prepare me for my upcoming operation / hospitalization, on the day of my admission, those white uniformed strangers had so frightened me… so worried me that their plans included FOREVER taking me away from my parents that… en route to my assigned room… I actually threw up in the corridor.

As a six-year-old, I can recall how a long distance phone call had totally turned my little world upside-down. My maternal grandma had died and… there being insufficient funds to buy all four of us tickets… Mom would be attending the funeral service alone. While Dad, Sis and I waved our bus station good-byes, my heart sank and tears flowed. No amount of my father’s repeated, daylong assurances could convince me that I’d ever see my Mom again. Even though Dad… in his new role as head chef… had prepared us a tasty supper and I hadn’t eaten a morsel since Mom had served breakfast… with my stomach tied in emotional knots… I didn’t eat much.

 

 

 

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Relighting America’s Beacon ~ Vid of the Day

 

Programming the human brain is not unlike programming a computer…

Garbage IN = Garbage OUT

Even though the un-American, fake prez has a head that’s akin to a massive landfill… a wasteland overloaded with ideological garbage… he’s still fully aware of that above equation. As a garbageman / programmer his singularity of purpose is to install malware… e.g., his zero tolerance immigration policy.

He ceaselessly exploits / plays into his constituents’ preexisting unreasonable and unfounded prejudices and phobias. And just prior to clicking onto “restart”… just to further fan the flames of their racial bias and fears of cultural differences… his programming also involves his BOGUS claim that undocumented immigrants are “stealing” employment opportunities from Americans.

Hmmm… let’s update our minds, instead, with the installation of this reality based “software” (version 6.20)…

Job loss is far more about bad business practices such as the upward redistribution of wealth, outsourcing and automation… far more about bad governance, which perpetuates the abysmal status quo… e.g. the sky high cost of higher education.

In the end, our undereducated society is ill prepared / ill equipped to apply for and fill the high tech and highly specialized job openings of the 21st century.

In short… it’s far easier for reckless businessmen and feckless, elected leaders to blame illegal immigrants than to offer up meaningful societal changes. To further clarify this, let’s also install this IF/THEN scenario…

IF avaricious CEOs (playing out their real life game of Monopoly) weren’t demanding exorbitant annual salaries and obscene perks… IF they truly believed in providing pleasant working conditions and paying a living wage / offering vital benefits to each and every industrious, average Jane and Joe worker… IF affordable college education and vocational training were both readily available…

THEN a symbiotic relationship would develop between labor and management…THEN full employment would become possible… THEN poverty would be eradicated… THEN immigrants would be welcomed… THEN political, emotional, ideological and national boundary lines would first blur… next vanish… THEN a genuinely global society / community could bloom and flourish.

THEN Neil Diamond’s America would become far, Far, FAR more than exquisitely delivered, pride inspiring song lyrics. As I type… as you read the final four lines of this post… keep in mind this song’s repeated, spirited, joyous rallying chants of “TODAY!”

 

Let’s restart our minds! “TODAY!”
Let’s restart our search for benevolent leadership! “TODAY!”
Let’s restart America! “TODAY!”
Let’s restart our entire World! “TODAY!”

 

 

The Day America Died! God Where Are You?

Donald Trump’s execution of his zero tolerance immigration policy involves the needless, inexcusable and unforgivable traumatization of the young children, who the U.S. Border Patrol guards have been capturing and detaining along the U.S. / Mexico border.

How is it even possible for the prez to so easily flip off the sorrowful sobbing of children… to be oblivious to their repeated, anguished pleas to be reunited with their their mommies and daddies?

Doubtlessly the prez’s heartlessness is a deadly contagion which has infected his underlings… his calloused, inhumane, “just following orders” concentration camp guards. We can hear one of them equating his young detainees’ wailing to a symphony in need of a conductor. It even sounds as if he finds all the misery he’s been inflicting to be amusing.

OMG! Please don’t tell us that such mournful sounds are music to his ears… to Jeff Sessions’ ears… to Donald Trump’s ears…

 

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 less time that it’d take to post one of his incoherent Tweets, he could scribble out four lucid words, “LEAVE MIGRANT FAMILIES INTACT!” Upon signing on the dotted line, he could… in a heartbeat… put an end to all of HIS indefensible child abuse.

 

But, even were he able to ever relocate and reclaim his mind, heart and soul… it’ll be too little… to late for some.

 

What’s to become of the children who’ve already been severely traumatized and psychologically damaged for life?

What’s to become of their similarly affected mothers and fathers?