In a time of trumult ... a nation torsed, off course, under erratic, spurious, spasmodic misleadership … self~armoring, self~isolating, abandoning world leadership reverting to threat and military force near and afar … increasingly unitary executive branch squandering billions in overt warring, hegemony abroad, domestic culture cleaving, anxiety and insecurity surging, Project 2025 omnidirectional attacks in defunding critical domestic social, human and enviro health program needs, shameless trampling of guardrail civil and official norms, brutish law enforcement unto ICE murders, targeted and mass deportations, reversals, rewrites and deliberate destruction of vital regulations, cynical manipulative political conscription~hoodwinking of Christian faithful, abetting extreme Christian religious nationalism~racism, race baiting, othering, immigrant bashing ( in the name of the Prince of Peace)… gerrymandering, moral compass spinning, gaslighting, costly endless lawsuits suits, retributions, intimidations, squabbles, blocks, circumvents~endruns, ego trippin, outlandish and outsized pardons, taxpayer flossing, executive branch industry coercion, corporate greed enabling, crypto ponzie$, fiascos, entanglements, and imbroglios .. only he can fix it ?!
A most toxic and raging divisident. Is this the pouty~touted Law and Order? More like 1984der.
This is not freedom ringing, more like the NYSE bell on Wall Street, a governing for and by a walled~in autocratic selected loyalist ideological~hammer mashup regime, to raid our commonwealth, treasury and tax revenue, our All Americans Spirit , more akin to a hostile cultish corporate takeover. Dysamerica Inc.
This rogue runaway train is not heading to our ALL AMERICAN DREAMERS DESTINATION. What a presidicament. A truly integrated national Healing and course correction is going to require work and input, Listening among ALLAWE the Peeps !
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Emma Lazarus
November 2, 1883
