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If Donald Trump is elected President, and he could easily pull it off because the Clinton campaign is in total disarray and Johnson’s campaign just doesn’t have the steam, there will be a revolution in the streets of the United States that will make the February and October Russian Revolutions of 1917/1918 look like popping into a chalk pavement picture in Mary Poppins.
Don’t think so? Look at what Anonymous has been able to pull off in recent years. One would hope the american people would take to the streets prior to the damage being done, but that’s not going to happen in any significant numbers.
The people voting for Trump believe that America should be the international schoolyard bully. That America has the right to go into any country, pillage their resources to maintain a slothful way of life and murder a few thousand people along the way – including our own sons and daughters.
I am certain there are a significant number of people voting for Trump ONLY because of Hillary (and Bill) Clinton’s shenanigans going all the way back to Whitewater. I’m not pushing Hillary, god knows, but that will be a large block of people.
The people voting for Trump believe America can be made great again – what that really means is that they believe America can have the clock turned back to early 20th century white male dominance in all matters, and that women and minorities should be “put back into their place” as chattel.
The people voting for Trump have no qualms whatsoever about using nuclear arms. Anywhere. Against anyone. Including the US or any allies (if we have any left after November).
Neither candidate carries anything close to the moral compass needed to be the head of state.
It is true that the moral consciousness of the world must recognize the importance of removing injustices and well-founded grievances; but at the same time it must be aroused to the cardinal necessity of honoring sanctity of treaties, of respecting the rights and liberties of others, and of putting an end to acts of international aggression. – FDR
FDR’s words speak to the need of ending terrorism, but they also speak to ANY nation who plays the aggressor. Our glass houses will not withstand much scrutiny.
Wisdom, compassion, and courage are the three universally recognized moral qualities of men. – Confucius
Haven’t seen much of any of those qualities in our candidates.
The battle has yet to begin. The race to November is the preamble.
This Sunday September 11th, 11 AM – 4 PM
Come out and say Hi. I’ll sign any existing copies and will have plenty of new copies if you do not have yours yet!
I’m in the midst of writing my second book and it’s bringing up some old but heavy shit.
Where the first book was fiction, this one is non-fiction, a journey through care giving a loved one battling cancer. In examining some of my beliefs and reactions through the process, I’ve gone back to examine how those beliefs and opinions were formed, which takes me back a long ways – to the age of two. I remember as if it were yesterday, a fall October day in 1958. My father was burning leaves (allowed back then) and Mom was doing whatever she was doing, one of those things being taking pictures of the 23 month old brat sitting on the steps playing with the carved pumpkin and sitting on the lawn watching dad burn leaves. He wore a black and white plaid peacoat and brown lace up work boots that looked more like army issue that fashionable, utilitarian footwear.
At one point my Mom went back inside and Dad walked back to the garage, out of my sight, to get something. He wasn’t gone but a minute or two, but I will never forget the feeling of loneliness and abandonment that washed over me, as if some invisible shroud of sadness drifted in and covered me. Sitting there on the grass between two giant maples, feeling like there was not a soul left in the world. I was two what did I know? Eventually these feelings would lead to all sorts of nonsense in later years, primarily paralyzing panic attacks that plagued my into adulthood.
I’ve done enough therapy to know where all this comes from and it’s not something I hold on to or get angry about, it’s just an old video tape I can put back on the shelf, realizing that it has no power – that was then, this is now.
This things I do for art’s sake…
I’m travelin’ down the road and I’m flirtin’ with disaster
I’ve got the pedal to the floor, my life is running faster
I’m out of money, out of hope, it looks like self-destruction
Well, how much more can we take with all of this corruption
We’re flirtin’ with disaster, y’all know what I mean
And the way we run our lives, it makes no sense to me
I don’t know about yourself or what you want to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time, we choose our destiny
Speeding down the fast lane, honey, we’re playin’ from town to town
The boys and I’ve been burnin’ it up, can’t seem to slow it down
I’ve got the pedal to the floor, our lives are runnin’ faster
We got our sights set straight ahead, but I ain’t sure what we’re after
Flirtin’ with disaster, y’all damn sure know what I mean
You know, the way we run our lives, it makes no sense to me
I don’t know about yourself or what you plan to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time we choose our destiny
Yeah, we’re travelin’ down that lonesome road
Feel like I’m dragging a heavy load
Don’t try to turn my head away
I’m flirtin’ with disaster every day
Take a running jump……