Of, By and For Everyone?


Unless financial wounds are self-inflicted, it’s virtually impossible for multimillionaires / multi-billionaires to ever be harmed. Such individuals could not do perceptable damage to their investments, even were they to pay their fair share of income taxes (which, more often than not, they don’t). They could not, possibly, go broke if, somehow, they could each live out 2 to 10 human lifetimes. Granted, I’m just estimating that “10”; it could be much more than that.

I’m not saying that it’s wrong to achieve success beyond one’s wildest dreams. However, what IS wrong becomes glaringly evident once the well-heeled individuals seek / attain high elective office. And that’s akin to our worst nightmares-come-true.

Typically, public service is not their motivating factor. Private gain, to the exclusion of the less fortunate, is their driving force. And that means, instead of working towards the betterment of society, as a whole, they’re spending every waking moment perverting the very Constitution, which their Oath of Office demands that they support and defend.

We’re talking about the very document with the preamble reminder of just who the hell We are and what, as a Nation, We stand for. It’s right there in the opening three words! How could anybody not notice, “We the People”? Let’s review that preamble in its entirety…

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, 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.”

Please note how nowhere within that passage is there even one whiff of a malodorous disclaimer; one which would establish an America that’s government Of the wealthy, By the wealthy and For the wealthy.

Even so, we ARE talking about wealth that’s been amassed so corruptly that “our” self-serving representatives are doing their damnedest to cover their asses, namely, by rigging our Congress and loading our Courts; hell, even subverting our Elections to THEIR advantage; and all with Donald J. Trump’s approval.

Donny’s hijacked and radicalized Republican Party, backed by HIS private army of sycophantic, psychopathic, armed to the teeth, white nationalists, domestic terrorists and voter vigilantes, have all but hammered in the final nail into Lady Liberty’s coffin; all but established a virtually impossible to dismantle, barren of ethics, stripped of oversight, mash-up of the Executive, Legislative and Judicial branches.

What other corroborating evidence does anyone need to support such a contention, other than pointing out how president (in title only) Trump (a.k.a. mister quid pro quo) has ordered HIS owned (in title only) senate majority leader Mitch McConnell to railroad onto the Supreme Court bench HIS handpicked, handmaid nominee, Amy Coney Barrett.

How can any fair-minded person reconcile a 67% conservative Supreme Court with a nation that’s demographically 35% conservative? Sure as shit, that stinks like government Of the wealthy, By the wealthy and For the wealthy.


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UnImpeachable Behavior? ~ 1 Quick Limerick #080


The fake prez sez, he’s free of Russian spell?
Squeaky clean, honest as Abe, no dumbbell?
Yet, oversight he defies,
Spurns sunlight, tells king-sized lies,
Which makes him look like he’s guilty as hell!




A Sliver of Sunlight…

On the April 16th, one-year anniversary of my Mom’s passing on, I had realized that since she had been interred in her home state of Minnesota, this Michigander living on a shoestring budget, would need to pay his respects from afar. But… where could I go, instead?

Well, I believe after we depart this earthly realm, we do become part of something much bigger… part of everything in nature. With that in mind, it dawned on me that the very locales I needed could be found in two very special places… all part of nature… all within walking distance. Even better, I had already been there before.

So, on that early spring morn, with my shoelaces tied tautly, I went on a hike.

My first stop was the very same, out-of-doors nursing home bench where I’d gone to mourn… on the morn of Mom’s death. There I sat, once more, in solitary, silent meditation.

From there I proceeded onward to a nearby park on the west side of my hometown.

Though my words won’t do it full justice… we’re talking about 50 acres of rolling terrain, wetlands, nature trails and the calming “white noise” generated by a long winding river.

This is the home turf for a diverse ecosystem of flora and fauna… this serenity beckoning all free spirits to… wander beneath towering pines, elms, oaks and maples… traipse through fields of clover… behold a vast variety of wild flowers and groundskeeper planted perennials… hear the buzz of bees… the honks of geese and quacks of ducks… the birdcalls of sparrows, robins and countless other feathered species… eyewitness the occasional visiting deer, foxes and waddling woodchucks.

Well… I wound up walking away from this experience feeling so emotionally uplifted that, on my way back home, I vowed this would become my annual ritual.

Amazingly, for seven successive years, the fair weather ruled… but not so in 2011.

The overnight torrential rains had persisted well past daybreak. But then… just as my usual 9 a.m. departure time neared… the downpour abruptly ceased. In nearly jaw-dropping disbelief, I was out the door and on my way.

Of course… about halfway to my destination, the rains did return… but… even that had held off until I was passing under a dense canopy of trees… had been short-lived… simply turning off as I was emerging into the clearing ahead. God was not raining on this man’s, one-man parade.

The storm clouds then started to break and brighten. My own shadow dimly appeared before me on the sidewalk. By the time I had reached the nursing home and sat down on the bench, the sunbeams broke free… in their full radiant splendor.

Barely fifteen minutes had passed when, just as I was emerging from my deeply contemplative state, the clouds were beginning to roll back in… these overcast conditions persisting as I journeyed onward to the park and as I made my way back home… that blue / gray gloom eventually dissolving into the inky black of nightfall.

So, how could everything, in our normally buy-it-off-the-rack world, have been so tailor made, just to suit me?

Well, I believe this fleeting “Sliver of Sunlight” had been a bridge to the Great Divide. On that April 16, 2011 morn, I believe the warmth of Mom’s love, eternal, had been tightly interwoven in those streaming Earthward sunbeams.