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!

 

 

 

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Life’s Tear-Stained Paths Converge

 

I was fifty-nine years younger on this day in 1960… my age still measured in single digits. This had been “The Day” where I learnt… first hand… how separation anxiety can hit home… really hard.

The setting involved the early a.m. Greyhound bus terminal, when / where life’s unsmiling, emotionally charged events just kept on unraveling exponentially. With my dad and three-years-older sister standing at my side, with mom seated behind the bus’s thick, tinted safety-glass pane… we traded off our countless good-bye waves and blown kisses. About to embark on her 1,287km / 800mi road trip, by journey’s end, mom would be tending to a somber family matter.

Oh, how I had wished we all could’ve traveled as a family, but, due to my dad’s low-paying public school teacher job, he could not afford the three extra bus tickets… even with two of them being sold at the kiddie, half-fare rate.

With my mind zoning out to the night before… I began replaying the scene where we had just returned from our routine, weekly grocery shopping trip… bags in hand. While dad was unlocking the backdoor, we could already hear our hardwired, landline telephone ringing “off the hook”. Mom rushed in, ahead of us, to field what turned out to be a long-distance call.

In that pre-direct-dial / operator assisted era (“eons” before super-glued to our ears cell phones had become commonplace) such a call was rare, seldom just for the fun of it and (more often than not) the harbinger of bad news.

In this instance, mom’s sister spoke of what had started out as an idyllic, daylong, fun family outing spent at their lakefront cottage… of how everything had gone into panic mode when my grandma had gone M.I.A…. of how their frantic scouring of the woods had reached the end upon discovering her lifeless body laying amidst the blueberry patch, which she’d been harvesting.

With the bus’s diesel engine now roaring to life, the driver shifted into gear and pulled out from the station. The three of us moved outside to watch until mom’s bus, seemingly, vanished into thin air. It was now time for dad to drive us back home… a mere 12.87km / 8mi. Once inside the family car, my tears were now free to stream down my no longer “brave” public face.

Truth be told… I wasn’t even crying that much over the death of my grandma. Having only “met her” as a newborn, I guess you could say that I never really knew her at all.

Well… all the way home and for the entire afternoon leading up to suppertime, no matter how many times my dad and sister reassured me that mom would be back home in a couple of weeks, I was fully convinced that I’d never see her again.

And even though my father and sibling did, eventually, prove me wrong… nonetheless… that long ago separation anxiety still haunts me and can still evoke welled up tears.

If only I could successfully imprint my experience within the alleged mind of my homeland’s alleged prez. Might he then learn… second hand… perhaps for the first time ever in his life… how separation anxiety can hit home really hard? Might he then be able to separate the word “Zero” from his Zero Tolerance Immigration Policy? Might he then feel empathy… my total empathy… for the U.S. / Mexican border crossing / asylum seeking families who he’s been so ruthlessly and callously abusing for political gain?

 

 

 

 

Is Anyone Hugging the Detainee Children?

 

As a compassionate man, I object to the abject cruelty of Donald Trump’s ham-handed, iron-fisted, zero tolerance immigration policy. His flawed “law” has resulted in multiple thousands of youngsters and infants getting snatched from their parents’ embracing arms.

After that, these youngsters are deemed “guilty” of their asylum seeking parents’ minor border crossing infractions… in essence… kids are being found “guilty” just for being alive!

These innocent political orphans… prisoners of Trump’s Border War… are getting dumped into internment camps, where their shed tears go unnoticed… where their mournful, “Mama and papa where are you?” pleas cannot possibly be answered. Or worse yet, when they do get a response, it’s not heartfelt consolation… it’s downright derision. Check out this translated from Spanish to English quote… words uttered by a detention center guard who had utterly failed to take the endless crying seriously…

“Well, we have an orchestra here. What’s missing is a conductor.”

All of that breaks my heart… the hearts of millions of sensitive souls all across America and the world. To assess the feelings within the alleged president’s alleged heart: What feelings? What heart?

With no end to this humanitarian crisis in sight, what’s to become of these detainee children? There’s far more to raising kids than merely serving them a steady diet of junk food and crappy TV programming. Are there any psychologists / social workers on hand to ease their separation anxiety? Are there any teachers to keep them mentally engaged? Who’s assuming the roles of nurturing, surrogate parents? Anyone? Who’s conversing with them? Reading them bedtime stories? Hugging them? Truthfully offering them hope for a better day?

Are these kids just languishing in their cages / cells… staring blankly at the dank, dingy gray, cinderblock walls through their welled up with tears eyes? Going for days, weeks, months on end without even the slightest chance for any normal, human interaction?

These young detainees must be nurtured. In the absence of that? Well, if they don’t die of loneliness first, what sort of adults are they to become?

 

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.

 

 

 

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?

 

 

Vid of the Day ~ Thank-you Mr. Colbert!

I found Stephen Colbert’s above video yesterday… mere hours after posting my own blog on the same topic. His echoing and expanding upon my own sentiments has been both a validating and enlightening experience. Hopefully, you will feel similarly.

Although this was Colbert’s Father’s Day message to my homeland and our world, his words need to be heard for as long as it takes for Trump’s diehard supporters to, once again, embrace true American values… to reclaim their minds, hearts and souls.

Regardless of political stripe, everyone must feel horror and disgust each and every time we eyewitness Donald Trump and Attorney General Jeff Sessions prioritizing… over everything else… their “white bread only world”. Each and every time we eyewitness them trotting out their zero tolerance immigration policy. Each and every time we eyewitness their deployed, uniformed, mindless minions traumatizing immigrant children by wrenching them from their fathers’ and mothers’ loving, hugging arms. Each and every time we eyewitness these innocent kids being imprisoned… maybe forever… within concentrations camps.

What is to happen to these detainees… in particular the younger ones? Will Fascist papa Trump morph them into mercenaries to fight in wars against enemies of his own making? Will these young soldiers help “their Daddy” prop up his scum of the earth, murderous dictator pals? Might First Daughter and Fashionista Ivanka wind up exploiting them as third world sweatshop, slave labor?

Can we not see the historical parallels here, folks? Nearly eight decades ago, the scramble-brained, mad dog Adolf Hitler, also attempted to establish his “master race”, barked out his marching orders to his mindless minions AND backed all that up with gas chambers and crematoria.

Is our world on the cusp of a Holocaust redux? So far… the one missing Trumpian element involves those gas chambers and ovens / crematoria. Of course, seeing how Der Führer did make a 2016 campaign promise to Kentucky and West Virginia miners… his 21st century equivalent will likely be fired up with his “clean” coal.

 

ADDENDUM: I do thank whoever may’ve clicked by today for both your indulgence and endurance. Believe me I know… first hand… all about debilitating Trump fatigue. I’m fully aware of how difficult it must be for you to be reading such a post. After all, it’s no fun to be reminded of our shared distress. Don’t we all yearn for at least one Trump-free news cycle?