Knowing why we’re addicted to Horror Movies, hung up on how others enjoy sex, defining each other by our bank accounts and loving easily accessible guns, our 2018, October Surprise – wasn’t.
Bombs sent to those with whom we disagree; bonus smirks from bankers possessing, stay out of jail cards ten years after Bush/Cheney’s Corporatism co-created a Great Recession for 95% of Americans – and Pittsburgh gun violence, reminiscent of Charleston, reaffirm, our need for self-reflection.
Those now seemingly possessed by a heightened, more easily radicalized, sense of powerlessness, empowered by residue of foreign hacked election stealing, aided and abetted by social media platforms as bottom-line focused as international financial institutions masquerading as American – are addicted anew by the highest ranking self-proclaimed, Nationalist, in America.
No, Tom Bossert, Gun Violence is not a political issue, but a life-threatening one – and if we can’t purge ourselves of Open Carry, cleansed our politics of trumped idolaters and purify America of the dirty money masking demons as heroes, then we must at least become champions of electing to diminish the rising anti-American fear of Jewish-Americans, anti-diversity hate of African-Americans – and anti-cultural differences still branding Native, Asian and Latino Americans with the hypocrisy of anti-female Republicans.
The Trump Family didn’t originate avarice, any more than their clan leader originated what he needs Americans to become to impregnate America.
Until we internalize, it’s not banks but bankers protecting non-empathetic Boards; not just the self-deluded propelling tragedy with Second Amendment misinterpretations interrupting life with murderous gun violence and intimidating bombs – and it’s not just Donald Trump who is responsible.
All are accountable, not just marionettes droning nonsensical conservative talking points about, we need safe boarders, with little concern for those living within our borders enduring limited means.
Let’s not be Mike Pence taking the 5th on the sidelines – supreme clones of self-righteous supremacists – Congressional Republicans thinking themselves gods, controlling an administration of cuspidors spitting back onto the innocent, the vile rhetoric of fear and hate mongers.
Whether uncompromising Left or radicalized Alt-Right – both elevate Donald Trump. The former as demagogue we can beat like a misogynist Piñata filled with Party bigotry, and the latter, a Johnny-Come-Lately Ku-Klux-Klan second coming, profiting off Americans, on both sides of centered civil debate.
Twitter Trump, despite teleprompter performances, is not remotely worthy of being hailed as the American Dream come true, for he cares no more for those who elected him than he does for his fantasized Caravan adaptation.
Every earthly hue has long believed in an America peopled by a saving grace, refugees, migrants and immigrants have sought, since the Pilgrims invaded the home of Native-Americans.
Time to admit where we are and that We the People got us here.
While there is little doubt that those among us who are, whether willfully or helplessly, more susceptible to a throw-back of Europe’s 1930s despot rallies, our real Halloween monsters are pawn manipulators costuming inhumane themes to justify righteousness as ordained exclusively for Caucasians – like Mitch McConnell’s Kroger constituent proclaiming, Whites don’t kill whites – unless, it seems, they are Jewish.
The deadliest attack on Jewish-Americans in the history of a united America aligned in globalism seventy-three years ago to defeat the fear fueled hate that still, in 2018, emboldens violent racists, self-aggrandizing bankers and villainous politicians.
On Tuesday 6 November 2018, we can choose to elect the America we insist we are: a melting pot magnet simmering with justice for all – perhaps embracing more Emma Lazarus, than Reihan Salam.
On 12 September 2001, I drove to Gettysburg, not knowing why I was drawn to do so. Since Donald Trump’s escalator descension of us and ascension to the presidency, I’ve realized the purpose of my journey: at arguably the greatest violent expression of American division, there was cathartic motivation for unity and justice for all.
God knows where we are and who Trump is – it’s time for America to embrace this wisdom, knowing that it must begin with the reasonable, and forgiving, among us.