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Wag-The-Dog

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“War is Peace” … an Orwell statement from the book 1984 … 

President Trump, yesterday:

… The heavy and pinpoint bombing, however, will continue, uninterrupted throughout the week or, as long as necessary to achieve our objective of PEACE THROUGHOUT THE MIDDLE EAST AND, INDEED, THE WORLD!

Regime change for you, and you, and you…
What about us?

Interesting that after wining the much-coveted 😱 FIFA peace prize… and being gifted the Nobel Peace Medal earned by Maria Corina Machado, he is still using military might to bring peace to the world. … never enough it seems!

Could this adventure in Iran workout well?… maybe… I hope so, but what a gamble, and what a wag-the-dog moment in our political landscape.   Could this explode into an expanded war in the Middle East, possibly, no one can know, but “Peace through War” when, by all accounts, negotiations were working seems like, at best, a misdirection and at worse a distraction from news that might otherwise derail a presidency.

But then again, no one mentioned Epstein on the news shows over the last two days.

Wag-the-dog.

 

 

 

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Tragedy in the Making

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A Tragedy is when both sides are convinced they are right; a Philosophy articulated by 19th-century German philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.   The conviction of being right hardens positions, and makes for great conflict and loss.

TRAGEDY IN THE MAKING

I am righteously on this side of the divide.
Yet you claim, the righteous patriot side.
I am committed to the lesson of love they neighbor.
You committed to law enforced, if need be, by the saber.

Manifest destiny fuels your imperious nature it seems.
While I know there is room for all peoples’ dreams.
You disdain the sciences you say have oppressed and masked you.
But I know that science and reason is best for all but a few.

Right deepens the gulf between your side and mine,
between the beating of heart and the reasoned mind.
Building toward a tragedy of conflict, violence and loss
as our prosperity, our history and values get toss.

Thus, we have a tragedy of our own making
due to such extreme positions taken,
due to our failure to imagine a better place,
our failure to see beyond this tragic race.

 

IMAGINE HEAVEN

The difference between me and you
Is smaller and easier to get through
than any problem that’s been observed,
that this world or the next has ever heard.

When it’s a hug that is simply needed
and all perceived differences receded
as we feel the humanity of each other
and you know me as your loving brother.

With all the faults, failures and fears
having experienced, love, hurt and tears
for a hug to make us as one
in the brilliant light of the sun. 

As we shine now too with wisdom of the ages,
as we take our place with saints and sages
enjoying the harmony of life-everlasting, singing
a song that is right, loving and forgiving.

WE CHOOSE

 

 

Musings, Poems

Where art thou Diogenes?

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Where art thou Diogenes?
Not on Capital Hill, not among
the powerful, not in the White House,
nor among the power brokers of business.

Only among the citizens who carry
your lantern, as a cell phone, and
are threatened and beaten and
then shot for doing so.

In the era of performative democracy,
during the rise of hypocrisy and
a fledgling, evil autocracy,  there
are no reasoned leaders to be found.

Oh, Socrates, is it futile for you
who seeks truth, in an age of
alternative facts, where the powerful
trample the truth along with the people?

They will ask you to end yourself
rather than answer your questions,
and submit to reason, exiling, and
disappearing without justice.

Infamy does not worry them,
for they plan to rewrite the history of now,
more so, they do not care as they’ve
enriched themselves at our expense.

Yes, philosophy, history, truth,
reason and empathy are but constructs
of the human condition they wish to twist
and manipulated for fascist rule.

Hold on to the truth, hold on to
reason, empathy and honesty
for this is their weakness, if we continue
to believe, then they cannot win.

As with all dictators and their
henchmen and henchwomen no
children of the next generation will
be named after them.

The names Donald, Pam, Kristi
among others will not find their
way to future generations, just as
the name Adolf faded from consideration.

Oh Diogenes, we are out here
still, we are honestly seeking
a better world for our children
and the children of all people.

Oh Socrates, there is still
truth to be discovered, if we can
only continue to ask the questions
and not waver in our commitment to truth.

We the People will Overcome
We the People will Vote
We the People will Win
We the People, Believe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy 70th Anniversary

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to Mom and Dad, Mr. Michael Varga and Mrs. Pauline Varga
from all of us!  3 children, 7 grandchildren, 9 great grandchildren, and one more here soon!

Children of Love

Oh my, what beauty and grace
as children you could not know
what love could create.

You could not know how life
struggles would deliver such
victories, and loving legacies.

You were so young, so in love
and now seventy years later
you are still in each others arms.

Yes, time covers much ground
but please, now look around,
see the joy of love and life created.

Know your family loves you
dearly and your legacies live
and love-on because of you.

Have a Blessed Anniversary!

 

 

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Something to Ponder

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Nothing seems to come out
perfectly, I can do it right
every time… I know it’s
right because it is
exactly what gets done.

Everything seems to be,
a bridge too far
and I’m anxious that
it should be right,
but is rarely nothing more.

Here is a plum juicy and bright
purple or red so sweet and light
Here is a bird of hope in winged flight
leaving for the moon on a fateful night

Something here, something hidden.

Just like nothing and everything
are the Yin and Yang of
summer days and winter nights,
never one without the other,
together, something to ponder.
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A Patriots Call

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We were the shining lights on the hill
a place of opportunity and goodwill
we were the hope of poor and huddled masses
with brilliant cities and wide-open spaces.

We are becoming a nation of brutality
no longer evolving toward  equality.
No longer the beacon of freedom
we are trending toward a MAGA kingdom.

Ice surges through an this king’s veins
his morality suppressed as ICE stains
of blood are on the streets of our cities
regardless of our civil identities.

America is dying, and empathy is dead
when a young mother is shot in the head
and is called a domestic terrorist instead
of a compassionate American wrongfully dead.

When a man protects a woman under ICE attack
and for this empathy he gets 9 bullets in the back.
Then he too is called a domestic terrorist instead
of a compassionate American wrongfully dead.

The numbers are there for us to see
38 deaths in immigration custody.
But the violence can be stopped very shortly
if the voter rolls are turned over extortively.

Then the king will control an enemy city
and voting machines and suppression will readily
achieve the next ring of power so desperately needed
to feed his lion of an ego and ensure MAGA succeeded.

And in meantime the search of voter records surprisingly
in Fulton County, will find 11,780 votes miraculously
to ensure the next election will not be free
and will advantage the king as we soon should see.

Institutions bow, the media is intimidated
the features of democracy just imitated
and truth dies easy as history is put in chains
to fit the Big Lie and the emerging fascist claims.

These are not separate, nor minor things
these are part of a plan that clearly rings
like the liberty bell, calling patriots who love freedom,
who love our country, to beat back the MAGA kingdom.

America’s story need not die and empathy can be found
again, if we remember the words of enlightenment bound
to this, the patriot spirit of America, our anti-tyranny founding,
our immigrant legacy and beating heart of freedom sounding.

We must rise above this death and gloom
and overcome the pending MAGA doom
as our ancestors had been called to do, too many times before
so American freedom may again reign from shore to shore!

 

Musings, Poems

Smoke Signals

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These words rise,
intertwine, and spin
like smoke from
a friendly campfire
as a signal to you who
read such signals.

Messages like so many
sent before, arise from
a fire-burning life-passion
for the memories,
the now, and especially
our greatest hope,

Know this passion exclaims
a love of life every day
and every moment
while thinking of you
in better times
in care of better futures.

These words I pray
signal a message you may
read now and yet know,
you’ll best understand
long after the fire,
long years hence.

 

 

 

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Up the Down Spout

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An easy path it seems
to rooftop dreams
its a little bit tight
and hard to see at night.

With caution to the wind
another starts down again
done with rooftop dreams
looking for water streams.

But the timing isn’t right
and they meet where it’s tight
at the bottom of the spout
now neither can get out.

And there they remain
for weeks, as it seems plain
that they are both dead
as they cannot get fed.

Until we pull them out
from the tight down spout
and they come back alive
amazed that they survive

One on the way up
one on the way down
the way they were found
and now I’m sure
rethinking future paths.

 

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American Values

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I’ve been thinking about the situation we have today in our country.  The divisiveness, is no longer just rhetoric, it is something more and far more impactful.  The political army that operates like storm troupers in blue cities is not just divisiveness, it is vengeful and violent.  The taking of oil in Venezuela and the threats to take Greenland are not just a policy difference.  These are acts of violence born out of power.  This imperialistic Nationalism exhibiting a surge toward domination and conquest.  Power needs to acquire more power to keep it fed.  There is nothing for the people, this is for the value of the oil and mineral rights, for the grandiose display of wealth while remaking the world maps in the imperialistic gold of Reich-Americana.

But why are we doing this?  Going back to the source caused me to think about the impact of populism as a cultural and political norm.  In a democracy that gradually moves away from policy debates in problem solving toward dogma and popular conspiracies, and hysteria though the influence of power hungry influencers and leaders finds itself in an inexorable slide toward autocracy… the violent sort that centers around Nationalism is Fascism.  We find ourselves there, now looking into the abyss.  Not because we want to be there, but we failed to see early enough that the path we are on leads us there.  The guide that has led us here has done so by gradually removing the guardrails of our culture, of our Americanism.  Decency and protocol was tossed aside, so that empathy could then be given the boot.  Rooting for the underdog followed thereafter, as the narrative was flipped. We are told that immigrants were taking from hardworking Americans.  Suddenly white America is being disadvantaged by the migrant horde.   Immigrants we are told are not us, they are the other.

Equality was easy to give up – because after all they don’t deserve it, they are the others.  From there it was easy to slip right into cruelty.  Put on team shirts and pummel the others.   Otherism… replaced Americanism.  Wrapped in a flag it was okay to give way to venomous behavior toward others.  Their humanity is no longer visible.  Lies are accepted that fit the populist vision.  History is revised to fit the narrative.  Populism needs propaganda and bumper sticker messaging to keep it fed.

Our way back is either through violence or education… it is a choice we are making not just for us but for the next generation or two.  We must teach our children virtues, such as kindness, humility, and equality. Patriotism, the Constitution and the words of the Declaration of Independence still have great meaning.

Voicing our disfavor must be done peacefully,  with reason and humility.  Use the institutions that remain as long as we can.  Use the law, use the press while it remains free.  Use our voices and our vote as long as it is possible.  Waving the flag of violence will lead to destruction and ruin… unfortunately the current administration is already there, and they are trying to force a violent reply.  Before it does, push our representatives to reign in a violent and repressive regime.  Praise Republican’s that standup to this President and his administration in every way, big and small.

We are well down the slippery slope toward Fascism.  The administration will continue to foment internal strife and external conflict to claim more emergency powers.  They do not want to answer to the people during mid-term elections.  This is when they will become the most dangerous.  We must continue to protest peacefully, and not take the bait… have faith we can turn the tide.  If we fail, just know that the end is never pretty for Fascist regimes, and many innocents will suffer.

We need our culture of decency, fairness and equality back.  We need to reclaim our American Values.  Show the world and ourselves who we really are!

 

 

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A Raging and Shallow Sea

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There’s many places where the sea
tests the shore to see if it will give in
and the land refuses access until the
sea rages and forces itself unto the land
and the land absorbs what it can until
it sends it back from whence it came.

We believe the stormy sea to be
relentless and impossible to stop
and yet it can do only what we let
it, we resist with what barriers
we have and we remain steadfast
against the rage because it is our land.

Through the long arc of history
there has long been this power
this fury, this rage, and yet we
resist, because we know that
the flood of hate washes away
all goodness if we let it win.

The erosion of goodness happens
at the edges which are being tested
and must be held, as we constantly rebuild
using our enormous reservoir of love.
A love that is greater than the
hate of a raging and shallow sea.

 

 

 

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