Donald Trump gave a most un-American speech last night. He attempted to undermine democracy, to disenfranchise voters with baseless claims of fraud. To claim that he can not lose, if only legal votes are counted, while undermining the hard work, the diligent work of election workers that are on the front-lines of making democracy work. Claiming that mail-in ballots are fraudulent without basis. These are words of a dictator. Words that could only be labeled as un-American.
Words matter, but his should be dispersed to the winds, and never be recorded for histories sake, except to illustrate why he had to go, why he must not be part of our government. It is no surprise to me, it is as I expected. Will Republican Senators and Congressmen stand up to him? Someone must, we all must.
Ah the wisdom of our early republic, to have the states manage elections in their own way, so that they may not be invalidated in a sweeping motion of a dictatorial executive. Now I understand, what was hidden by a previously inconceivable scenario, that could not be seen until Trump arrived with intent to undermine our democracy, and fortunately he finds too few levers in the federal government, for each state manages the election process in their state, and the results are in the form of an electoral college. Thankfully it is not the popular vote, through a federal election process. What great wisdom our founders had.
But we must also recognize that some 69 plus million people supported Donald Trump for another 4 years. Their issues and their worries must be respected. They are worried, I believe, about the impact of socialist tendencies of the left-wing of the Democratic party. It is vital for the process of uniting our country both that Joe Biden wins, but also that he and Kamala Harris hold socialist tendencies at bay. We can get there but we have a long way to go to a future where we can work together for the common good of all Americans, even DJT and his family.
All posts by Mike Varga
Short…
Short
Is a genetic disposition
And a financial imposition
A cut that gets me there soon
While arriving mad as a loon
Due to a shot that didn’t get there
And the length of my graying hair
While my sight or shall I say insight
Fails clearly before being alright
In the view of life that seems today
There’s more to do, more to say
About love and poems that rhyme
But there is so little left of time
Fleeting Thoughts
Brilliant Idea
I had a really good idea
A point I just had to make
Now I just can’t remember it
But it was right there
Then the phone rang
Now it’s gone
But I was brilliant in a moment
I know I was
But maybe not so much anymore 😉
Decision Time…
Vote
We have our thoughts and analysis
Of what they said, and histories
Of what they did
And we make our decision
We invest in our choice
We invest in our future
But one of hundreds of million
Who do so, with reason or emotion
And await the outcome
For which,
Too many will say
They are not invested in that future
And more however, will pray
That they are right about that future
Simple Joys…
Simple Joys
With voices loud and shrill
They scream at whatever they will
The sea and it’s waves roaring
The birds, slashing and soaring
The fish beneath the churning seas
As well as playing-chasing puppies
They scream for sheer joy
For a box they’ve made a toy
For stairs or hills and gravity discovered
Or for something they’ve dug and uncovered
And their joy echo’s in eager hearts of old
With long-forgotten simple joys re-told
Climbing…
Climbing
As I climbed a mountain
With a treacherous and uncertain path
I found too few rocks of interest,
I found too few flowers of scent
I was exposed to the day and night
I was aware of birds and critters
That passed me during exertion.
I knew of others on the climb
Those that led, sometimes made a path
Sometimes made me stumble with loosen stones
As I did for those that followed me.
I felt big and successful nearing the top
For then I slowed, noticing for the first time
That the world had many mountains
In a distance I could see
And the stars were close and bright
And there were rivers and lakes
And so much more I’d never known
And then I knew I was small
But happy to know that I was
Good Morning
It May Crash to The Floor…
Our Table
We dine at an elegant table
A bounty, a harvest of riches
We imagine that we all are able
To enjoy and sample these dishes
But the table is far from stable
And some unfortunates are holding up
A legless-comer and are not able
To partake, never sipping from the cup
Of plenty and tasting fruits of the vine
Until someday they drop their support
They’re no longer there as we dine
Because of our imprudent deport
Of those that held the table steady
And the dogs will dine on the scraps
As they are always there, at the ready!
Dark Money
Dark Money
A shadow moving across the land
Sowing a crop of bitters for a harvest
To feed something monstrous and dark.
For, if it was pure of motive
Pure of intent, it would not hide
In the shadows, choking the fruits
Intended for innocents,
Who surely will go hungry.
Each other’s point of view
I’ll Be You
I’ll be you, you’ll be me
Then we’ll know and see
What you mean to me
And I mean to you
So we may love each other’s
Unique perspective and view
And knowing what it means
When I’m you
And You are me
