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America Is No Longer a Light unto the World

The vile pig now soiling the Oval Office, the treacherous Donald Trump, has transformed July Fourth into a dirge.

Akin to Thanksgiving, another uniquely American holiday, Independence Day does not commemorate some religious occasion or an instance of martial splendor. Both ask Americans to muse upon our aspirations and character. Thanksgiving allows us to rejoice bounty, from which we can derive possibilities and achievements.

Independence Day initiates our founding idea. Successive generations of Americans generally attempt to improve it.

Not sorry all you simple-minded thinkers who mentally knee-jerk “freedom” when asked what this country, our flag, July Fourth means. While “freedom” is a component upon which the Founders established this Republic, it is up to every individual to discover and mine his or her tricky measure. “Freedom” for one can liberate as well as also infringe upon another’s.

Therefore, “freedom” is nebulous. It depends on perspectives. And it better damned well be accommodating.

However, “freedom” does allow wide-ranging discussions which further develop our American temperament.

Until foreign intervention oozed the short-fingered vulgarian into the White House, you, dear reader, were possibly like me in regards to July Fourth. Hopefully you saw it as more than a day off. Likely you never mounted a soapbox, declaimed nor orated in thanks of divine Providence.

If you’re not wearing a waistcoat, if your voice can’t singe listeners’ ears with inspired rhetoric, a k a “rouse rabble,” skip declaiming or orating. Sage you ain’t. You’ll come off pompous.

Whenever Der Trump tries summoning his inner William Jennings Bryan he just further proves himself the huge blowhard New Yorkers have always known.

Before the Republican Party, fringe right-wingers, and evangelicals co-opted patriotism into their own narrow nefarious ends, July Fourth was our one national invention. It permitted the whole spectrum of Americans to appreciate living in a country unlike any other.

There’s plenty magnificent to be said for having family and friends over for – or attend – a barbecue. If the municipality small enough, at least as was my boyhood home of Quarropas, New York, local suburban spectators never tired of annually gathering with friends and neighbors upon some grassy clearing to watch Fourth of July fireworks brighten night skies as they awed smaller children and frightened pets.

If festivities went off in a cosmopolitan setting, the spectacle may’ve seemed imposing – Grucci pyrotechnics, howitzers, a bold-faced name singing paeans to the ol’ US of A – the essential meaning of our Republic nevertheless filtered through.

Perhaps in all these pursuits, in genteel or hectic surroundings, we’d reflect on how life wasn’t perfect, our own imperfections, but all things considered it was pretty damned good here in the United States. And since we were Americans, didn’t we somehow suspect we’d improve our circumstances someway?

Until recent times, the Stars & Stripes was not a ubiquitous display. Yes. The banner flew before federal, state, and municipal facilities but rare was the home or business it constantly adorned. In an aside, what commonly decorated homes – particularly on residences in the Original 13 States – were eagle ornaments. Usually above front doors. Or serving as doorknockers.

See the ornament as a sign of fortitude and fidelity. An amulet for true, long-time Continentals, let’s say.

Past certain points in this country it’s rare spotting these symbols. When I spy one in Nevada, often on mailboxes, I somehow suss out the homeowners’ origins. Invariably the family has resettled in the Mojave from the Eastern Seaboard.

I want to mark my own address with an eagle. But they’re difficult to find and buy here.

Until the attacks, American flags were saved to be unfurled primarily on Decoration Day, Independence Day, and Labor Day. Now, where and when doesn’t the banner wave? On what attire hasn’t it been applied? Off of the rusted gate of what pickup bed doesn’t it flutter?

With his childish insistence on a military aspect which will overwhelm the holiday’s spirit, Der Trump has once again turned gold into shit. Much as the traitor has transformed good portions of American life into grubby pursuits, the grimy real estate fraud intends inside-outing the single day which defines Americans.

American Independence Day has no association with might or bombast or conquest. American Independence Day hails an idea. From which flow ideals. Many of which many of us still hold true and do our utmost to propagate.

Left to Der Trump Americans would forfeit every last ounce our dignity for more money. Also the traitor would have us live in the most degraded environment possible if it again earned another dollar. For money he would have us consign our self-respect to the dust bin of history. July Fourth does not mirror any of Der Trump’s selfish imperatives.

With his arrival into the presidency and the criminality he and his administration have perpetrated, Der Trump has squandered our national prestige. He has tarnished America’s sterling image. Where America once may’ve been considered indispensable in many corners of the globe, our porcine leader is convincing adherents that maybe we aren’t necessary after all.

On the domestic level, the swine has encouraged the worst from the least of us.

Somehow evangelicals idolize this false man. The self-proclaimed righteous worship a phony they’ve mistaken a redeemer. He is a bumptious man whose entire life exemplifies everything they have abhorred in the past. That said those godscreamers demonstrate why the Founders insisted on no national religion, for separation of church and state.

The breeches and buckles set knew how one congregation’s version of the Almighty, their interpretations of His Scriptures, could sway its parishioners into believing others following different paths of the same deity and pronouncements could be denigrated as apostates, deceivers, and associates of evil.

Men of faith as most Founders were, they best understood how such strictures imposed upon different believers could convulse nations. All they had to do was look towards the Old World, at the Irish suppressed under British rule, the Huguenots slaughtered in France. These were the extremes from which they’d unyoked themselves.

Worse, on the civil level, Der Trump, a traitor, has instigated disunity. No longer are we all regarded as “Americans.” Under him, there are hyphenates, complexions, and ethnicities to be valued, while others should suffer sanctioned inferiority.

Just the sort of divisiveness that weakens the United States. One might expect this tactic from our nation’s adversaries, not its purported leader.

In the end, while Der Trump comprehends his office awards its occupant power, prestige, and exploit both for his own self-serving ends, the presidency does not deign its holder with royal, bestowed from above privileges. What president hasn’t understood what Donald Trump implicitly ignores? The most exalted title an American can hold is citizen.

That designation has been emphasized and repeated on every July Fourth since 1776.

The title above this post would grieve Cotton Mather. He would’ve agreed, though sadly.

Skewed Views and News

These days, when I hear some dope (if an American) supporting or a provocateur (if a paid agent of an adversarial country) praising Donald Trump, anyone aware of history can only imagine the level of Joseph Goebbels’ envy.

Were the Nazi Reichsminister of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda among us bodily today, the distinct lack of resolve which now cores out the United States would warm his cold soul. It would do so because the credulous people we’ve become didn’t bother with much suspicion before swallowing whole the most puerile falsehoods ever conceived. Continue reading Skewed Views and News

Phony Gold


    This is a piece of what shall become a lengthier whole. The language and characterizations below reflect the times, places, and people.

    Were the Debutante a proper mother throughout the 1970s into 80s, our family would’ve suffered milder disruption. Surely being present in her daughter Boopy’s life, instructing the girl, might’ve made the child impervious to Dim.

    While I blame Richard for his premature avoidable 1990 demise, Boopy was the one who pulled down our home in 2005. She performed this by marrying Dim, a rancid example of puerile white trash. Then she let him willingly lead her disastrously astray. Who could’ve foreseen their nuptial the lowlight of 1993?

     Had Junior, heir to Richard’s spare, not succumbed to emphysema in 1999 our family presence in Quarropas does not dissolve. It would’ve helped us had he taken a woman better than the Debutante as his bride. That alone should’ve improved the likelihood of his leaving a worthwhile successor.

     The Debutante didn’t necessarily need to remain Junior’s wife. Even from afar some maternal instinct alone ought’ve sufficed for her to guide Boopy and deflect catastrophe.

     Wife? Nope! Mother? Pah! Continue reading Phony Gold

True Menace

    Happy New Year!

    Isn’t a sizable segment of the Western world, people who really ought to know better, disappointed that Edward Snowden failed being crowned Time Magazine’s Man of the Year? After all, isn’t he some kind of hero!? Frankly, the impish part of me almost wishes that laurel had clamped around Snowden’s brow just to make Henry Luce spin in his grave.

    Why not? Luce’s Time bestowed the honor on Hitler, Stalin and Pierre Laval, so obviously sterling character isn’t a prerequisite. But for better or worse, those recipients were compelling figures whose actions propelled great chunks of history.

    Besides, that coronet is just as empty as Eddie’s skull. Continue reading True Menace

Frolic and Friction

    The initial subject of this post was to have flogged Properly Stirred, the 2013 Slow Boat Media explicit exploits extravaganza. (Properly Stirred is available through Amazon Kindle.) However, incipient background upheaval and a timely dovetailing of international relations with anecdotal observations favor the topical subject.

    President Obama’s recent cancellation of bilateral discussions with Russian President Vladimir Putin has set the “be afraid, be very afraid” segment of America into full peek in the closets/check under the beds mode. For them, the sudden spate of bug-out embassy and consular evacuations was soothing music. More sanguine Americans saw these closures as large scale security theater panic.

    Aware of history and the threat against our nation, menace cannot be discounted. Yet in the 21st century haven’t we yielded common sense vigilance to Bernard Breakdown instances of quivering uncontrollable fear?

    Similar to Breakdown, a Dick Tracy villain from the early 1980s, it takes little to disrupt the security apparatus’ coping mechanism.  

Continue reading Frolic and Friction

His Bed’s Too Big Without Her

 

    Earlier this month real life made its usual appearance. Sudden and nasty.

    Kovacs, a kommilitone from university, announced he was divorcing his wife Penny. These days, with every second nuptials falling flat, his split shouldn’t be stupendous news. Nevertheless it is.

    The motivation behind the Kovacs sundering is rending. It is the obverse of a particular coin discussed within a rarefied sphere and under fine conditions.

    Five years ago in Paris (Is that not a magical phrase or what?) I dined with the only future grandmother I ought have lusted after. Of course when I should have desired her she had yet to become a parent. Or wife of her first of two husbands. Through what would have been my nights of wrestling with impure thoughts, she charmed deadbeats in Losers Lounge. Continue reading His Bed’s Too Big Without Her