Our 'liberation' won’t be done on Donald’s terms.

75 days.

Woke is love and he’s demanded woke be gone.

He’s not the boss of me.

The 60’s was the era that molded me. I molded the time with my will and my young convictions of fairness and right. Where did I get them? Don’t know for certain.

Raised the youngest of three, democracy ruled the brood. Although I lost time and time again, when I prevailed, my smaller body felt renewed. My soul soared with pride of the win. Pride was it? Yes I think so. Pride of recognition. Pride my will was done, aligned with the majority I cared for so deeply. Pride my way was the way for a day, a moment, life was fair in a moment but was life ever fair with equal portions for all? No it wasn’t. An early lesson I cried! “THAT’S NOT FAIR.” Mother smiled and said… “Who told you it was?” Thoughtful but stunned, I learned to go along.

Not fair, but things do change. This way that, in ones favor again.

Trump’s greatest feat has been to command the media. Every person taught, trained to think of his wishes and needs first. No oxygen in the crashing plane for them. We’ve given him 11 Trillion dollars now. Complete and daily attention to his daily drama and daily lashing with words how terrible we are. How badly we’ve performed. He’s gonna really show us now.

Well, he didn’t get all the money but we have surrendered it from the economy because he says he knows something special and exclusive and we will see it in two years. Maybe five. Who knows? Such prosperity, one cannot put a timeline on it. Nit wit. Anyone who listens with hope will be burned better. Harder. Those that laid down to him only paved the way to their own stock plunging along with the worlds. Bezos, Zuckerberg, et al. Every day a lesson. Every day an opportunity.

He rows our boat to troubled waters, toss him overboard. Too violent as the tide is wrong? He made the waters rough, on purpose to scare us to stay away, …be afraid, of him he warns, shoo don’t touch me.

His loyalist helpers are drowning in their own perversity and claim “No fair,” lol. Mom was tough and correct most the time on policy of life. A pillar of something, my lead is tied to that. Let them flail and scream like drowning geese, screaming over the sound of pain of those they’ve hurt. Laugh out loud as feigned utterances lead us astray again and again.

Are we truly hostage? It feels like that a lot. I look outside and let a raven carry me in her joy, I’m renewed. I’m reminded. Life is unfair and it moves on. Nature is constant no matter its softness or its violence of the moment. Pay attention or not, it’s ever present. He is loud on purpose. That purpose is to make you forget all else but the him the he, some say he’s god. oy vey, an antisemite. He holds the holy bible upside down. You know.

Destroy ‘due process’ and it’s destroyed to hold them to account, ever. Not so. They try but it can’t be done. Life isn’t fair and karma although spoken of, is mechanism of many lifetimes say the Vedas, and so, we made due process, a sister of karma we embrace as a nation. We try to play fair although life is not. We make the effort to even the score for those who commit to life but stumble.

She’s made visible, that green gal in the harbor France gave us in love and friendship. She is ‘due process’ and more. With love we welcome all and that’s where Donald chimes the loudest to show his own heart, what color is it? “I don’t love that one or that one or quite frankly, I’m not terribly fond of YOU.” Where’s he pointing now? You know where. Everywhere.

Love a word so small and big. Personal, universal and people are afraid of it. Love. There you go. It will save us. Too simple and revealing to say ‘I love you’ out loud. Positively frightening. What do you mean? You want to, ya know? No. That’s not what I say. Leave that for the GOP in Congress, what a mess. Love for life and its expressions. Need to diminish or customize love it by making the heart some other color, fine. Go slow.

Discomfort, fear of the inappropriate? Creepy old man in the back of the room with a sloppy overcoat. A tall beer in a very crumpled paper bag? He lurks alright. That’s Donald. His tribe too. The fear of that kind of man is good and he’s exactly the one your mother told you about. That’s not love. That’s weird, creepy and perverse. Love is water to the thirsty and sleep to the weary. It happens to be the way of the universe as it expands. Bigger, expanding, giving more life by the moment and we see the miracle, the dependability of nature, of Spring, not Donald’s gimmie. He’s so tiny and broken.

Bigger than the earth, love contains all and even though the evil that seems louder for the moment, it will quiet with the passage of time if we unplug his machine. “It” is Donald’s pronoun. Fitting indeed.

Not all will be deserving of what they receive in the moment. No life is not fair but he says it can be. He will show you how. He has the key. It’s in his pocket, just reach in. no don’t.

“A country is it’s people not its geography” - Elon Musk, today in perhaps his most telling nonsense. Talks of teleporting people to places as example of support for his tale of silly. It makes sense to him. Geography is indeed the science of place not peoples. Eff science. His tune wants all people to stay put. Keep bloodlines pure and that is the definition of racism. It’s what he’s getting at. It’s what this all is about besides oil. Immigration is what people do. But stop the world, he wants off. Great show, great songs, but simply impossible. Go to Mars. Bon voyage,… not.

His smoothed botoxed face tells our youth crazy talk. Stay away from the stove. Life isn’t fair but you can see the odds coming at you. Heads up. Elbows up.

He’s right. But then he keeps taking.

Embrace love, your boat will drift from that mess. They will stand alone in diminishing numbers. And,… we have still have to beat their pants off in 2026. 👍

Thanks for being here. I wouldn't be here without you.

❤️

a big red juicy one.