The Very First Time I Felt Like a Father

 

Whenever my destinations involve malls, cineplexes, supermarkets, etc…. rain or shine… my car usually winds up in the parking lot periphery to [1] avoid dings and dents on fenders / doors, [2] force myself to get a bit of exercise and [3] ensure that, upon exiting my parking space, my automatic transmission can be shifted into D rather than R.

You see, some automotive “genius” had thoughtlessly designed my car’s rear end to stick up so high in the air that it’s nearly impossible for a backing up driver to always see short in stature passersby.

With that in mind, what now follows is my parking lot, pedestrian safety related tale… a narrative with both an unexpected twist and a far deeper message…

Not too long ago… as I was hoofing it inward bound to a Whole Foods market… while still too distant to rush to the rescue… I spotted / heard an exuberant little boy… probably no more than a four-year-old… who was rushing straight into the path of an oncoming SUV.

The distracted driver had totally missed seeing the stop sign and just kept on carelessly barreling down the service drive, which ran past the storefront. Noticing, too, who I assumed to be the tyke’s (also distracted) mommy, I did all I could possibly do under the circumstances. In my last ditch attempt to attract her attention… maybe even the boy’s, too… I yelled as loudly as I could, “WATCH OUT!” Suddenly looking up to see the impending disaster, she rushed towards her son and snatched him out of harm’s way… just in the nick of time!

As I did my grocery shopping that afternoon, I realized I would’ve reacted in the same manner regardless of the imperiled person’s age… but… that this had involved someone so young… well everything began to register on a personal level I had never even considered before.

During my entire life as a non-parent (sixty plus years)… this was the very first time that I had truly felt like a father. Having helped prevent a youngster’s serious injury… maybe even saving his life… only served to prove how the parental instinct is programmed into us all.

And that’s why I now make my heartfelt appeal to my countrywomen and men, who presently misdirect their parental instinct to protect a 73 year-old man-child rather than the immigrant children he bullies and abuses.

Looking out for the well-being of children upstages / upends politics! Hell, it even transcends religion. We are talking about pure, parental instinct, here. And, as my above story amply points out, one need not even be an actual parent to feel these feelings.

All I can say is if… at the “mere” thought of wailing, sobbing, crying immigrant children… you cannot feel the anguish in your heart… well… humanity just might be heading towards a metaphorical, group cardiac arrest.

A cynic might even begin to wonder if “the patient” is even worth saving. Let’s hope that such world-weariness won’t impede a sorely needed, long overdue, full, societal recovery.

 

 

 

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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?

 

 

Opera Meet Rock / Rock Meet Opera ~ Vid(s) of the Day

If you’ve ever admired the considerable vocal talents of Evanescence’s Amy Lee…

Guess what? You’re already an opera fan. Think Lee is the only one who can successfully belt out and merge her operatic lightening with thundering rock?

Guess again! For our proof, let’s welcome Cristina Ramos to the stage in our above Vid of the Day.

If you’re here only for the Vid of the Day, blog over. I thank you for clicking by.

However… if you’d like to view a bonus Vid of the Day, featuring Amy Lee’s emotion driven, hard rockin’ performance…

If you’re now content with hearing out both vids, blog over. I thank you, again, for your visit.

However… if you’d like to check out my (hopefully) amusing Highway to Hell short story… inspired by AC/DC the band that inspired Ramos… I now present…

The Highway To Hell: The BackStory

Ever since Day-1 of Grand Dragon Donny’s reckless regime, he took a fancy to impulsively flipping off all laws… inclusive of the speed limit. His bellowed, little boy, “WHEEEE” could be heard echoing up and down 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, while he lead footed it… tooled about carelessly and careened America downhill…

down…

down…

down…

down…

down…

down…

down the Highway to Hell…

WHEEEE!

Citizens all across the American fatherland and all across the globe had little choice but to be Donny’s captive passengers. As such, they soon found themselves on the final approach of a crash landing at the Hellmouth. Yet, while still multiple kilometers / miles above, they became eyewitness to Donny’s bailing out sans parachute! Even though driver-less, nobody seemed to notice the diff.

They could now virtually smell the stench of sulfur and feel its lung constricting capabilities bowling them over… see the fire and brimstone’s blinding glow and feel its searing heat… hear the ceaseless snorting and roaring of the beast, too! OMG, that beast wasn’t even Satan!

They soon realized that the stampeding in circles, snorting and roaring, fire-breathing Grand Dragon Donny’s multiple layers of jiggly fat had helped him make a soft landing just outside the Gates of Hell. Boing… Boing… Boing… Boing… Boing… 

Many incredulous passengers thought aloud in unison, “Just how the Hell could he have ever survived his yuge dive? Someone pointed out, “Are we really sure that he did? It’s entirely possible that… just like Donny’s income tax returns… he’s likely been effectively hiding his dual (American and Hadean) citizenship status / his undead condition.”

Everyone became dumbstruck while watching a totally pissed off Satan emerge. He stomped his hoofs and gruffly bellowed, “Damn it Donny, what the HELL are you doing down here… AGAIN? You know how much I loathe you. Hear me now! Hell shall forever be too good for an ornery cuss like you. I flat-out refuse to let you in! In fact, I intend to build a steep WALL just to ensure you never set your hoofs in the netherworld. And don’t you DARE roll your eyes at me. I’ve caught wind of your plot for a hostile takeover of Hell! How DARE you collude with bad Vlad to oust me! Why… with a snap of my fingers… I could built that wall! As Satan droned in high decibels, “Let there be WALL”, lo and behold the WALL materialized out of thin sulfurous air!

Dejected and jealous, Grand Dragon Donny lamented, “Geeze why can’t I do that along the Mexican border?” followed by his glum, woe-is-me whining, “What the Hell am I supposed to do now? I’m F’d!” With a devil may care leer, he suddenly snapped out of his funk to gleefully concede, “Oh well, I guess I’ll be summering back in DC. My hostile takeover of America could still be fun!”

And that said, stay tuned for Chapter 2.

I mean I could go on and on… but… my dear readers… I really need to purge my mind of this unnerving, unpresidential tale… as well as clear my lungs of the virtual sulfur congestion.

You might even hear my virtual hack… hack… hack… hack… hack… hack (j/k)
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Oh God… I’m dying…. (j/k)
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In reality… that sulfur didn’t affect me in the least…

That clearly established… and lungs reasonably clear… blog over!

 

 

 

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!

 

 

Donny CrappleSeed ~ 1 Quick Limerick #090

 

Dense Donny CrappleSeed, sows hatred’s seeds,
That germinate into invasive weeds,
Barbed with antisemitism,
Thorned with white supremacism,
Which choke out human and equal rights needs!