Thursday, October 1, 2020

Desperate Pleas For Help

 After several trips through the most lily white rural communities, my quarantine partner said, I don't want to live around a bunch of people who think Deceitful Traitor is a viable option. I have begun to think of him as Dodger to the fourth power, meaning he's a tax, draft, truth and responsibility dodger. It helps to understand who thinks what. To morph "being smart enough to not pay taxes" into we should elect this clown is a heinous crime against humanity. He's a criminal and he is the head of a criminal enterprise, his fabricated "wealth", just an elaborate shell game meant to con the casual rube. Under investigation, the veneer cracks and peels and The Donald shows his hand.

His only weapons are to lie or point the finger at someone else, most often when he is guilty of whatever the transgression is, himself. The point is, we desperately need to find ways to help people across the gap, between accepting a racist liar and seeing the real facts about the boss in charge. People often cling to their hate, as James Baldwin wrote, because on some level, they know that as soon as they abandon it, they will have to experience pain.


When I see evidence of  support for this terrorist-coddling Gong Show Reject, I see it as a call for help, another reason that mental healthcare needs to be covered under the same, single payer healthcare system as our teeth, our hearing and our eyes. Folks, it is globally, time to put on our proverbial adult pants and get down to work. We can blame our parents forever for leaving us a steaming pile of shit, but it wastes time we need to be spending doing the things that work. When we broaden our perspective, it helps understand the depths to which our very communities have been hollowed out. Their only value now exists on paper and shifts dollars far, far away.


Blessings.