Three years ago today we witnessed the horror of a president attempting an insurrection by inciting a crowd to attack the U.S. Congress to keep Congress from certifying the fair and free democratic election of his successor. By violently attempting to deny the transfer of power, Trump demonstrated his true colors, he is a fascist … and if you think this is an exaggeration, consider the definition of fascism, per Merriam-Webster Dictionary:
fascism
noun
1
often capitalized: a political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition
2
: a tendency toward or actual exercise of strong autocratic or dictatorial control
A recent poll indicates that 67% of Republicans feel that Trump’s insurrection attempt of 6 January would not disqualify him to be president.
Listen to what Trump says about attacking his political opponents, about a massive deportation plan, about tests to make sure people who come to this country represent white european values, about restrictions on personal liberties, attacks on LGBQT, and women’s rights, the suspension of parts of the constitution, and use of military in our cities, as well as reshaping the justice department to serve his needs.
I mean, really, do they not understanding what happened three years ago, and what continues today in the 2024 election cycle?
Well the last year seemed short
but I’m here to resoundly report
and firmly commit and exclaim
that this year will have a name
and will be longer I can say
by one complete whole day,
as we enjoy a “leap-year” 2024,
a year which surely won’t bore.
When you have more memories
than dreams in your head
and hope is replaced by plans
and the years are ever shorter
and the children are ever taller
then, dreams of theirs become
yours, and their plans are now
your hope, it is then you realize,
your dreams are coming true!
May all of you near and far
know that this Christmas Star
is the sign of a time renewed
where all pain which has ensued
can be healed as a repaired-past,
so a new love and peace may last
because we gave it a new start
by letting the Word into our heart.
It seems to be a circular conundrum
that words are needed for thoughts
which beget feelings, and feelings
are needed for emotions, which
are expressed by words for them to
then become thoughts, and without
thoughts, feelings are meaningless
and there are no need for words for such
meaninglessness in life.
Except that feelings might have
begat the need for words to express
emotion in ways more than just action,
which then led to thinking,
and therefore feelings invented words,
which clearly caused thought, which then
adds meaning to what otherwise
might be the meaninglessness of life.
So then, is it the poet who is
full of words which come from feelings,
but are different from, but the same
as thoughts causing confusion or
rather the fusion of thoughts and
feelings into a commitment to
to the meaningfulness of life?
… and by now you might be thinking
the poet is quite full of something else!
The act of being joined in
politics,
in harmony,
in mutual benefit
in the strength of numbers
in the financial value of more than one
in the coupling to make a longer pole or pipe
in the state of a merging of interests and purpose
and mathematically … the set that comprises all the elements and no others contained in any of two or more given sets … bet you didn’t see that coming 😉
The ubiquity of the molecule is the ubiquity of life,
it is everywhere, in everyone of us flowing through
life, flowing through the Earth and the atmosphere,
being scarce when it’s needed the most, being overly
abundant when we cannot have any more of it,
elusive if it chooses to be but yet ever present.
Water kills and brings life and it tells its story
if we should only listen. It tells of when it was so very
young at the very start of everything, through
the life eruptions, the middle turbulent times,
on to the present and into the future, for it is
constant, and transformative, and indestructible …
If we have no scars then we know not of life,
for to risk life, risks failure and this then
makes us better for the experience
and these lessons which leave marks on us
give us the stories to tell to all who may
listen that we lived well.
If your day begins something like this
then how could you feel anything but bliss?
For the rain is clearing as the sun rises
to begin its journey ‘cross azure-painted skies,
and family and friends find time for you
because of a birthday for you know who.
And I am surely blessed for such a day
because of all those who took time to say
they wish the best for someone like me,
awed by the rainbow I was fortunate to see,
and by those whose love is alive in me,
so I may understand the story we’ve been told
that life and love is the very real pot-of-gold.
