United States

Down The Escalator

Going down 

that escalator

path

of wrath

for 

more

than three

races,

he faces

his face

downward

or straight

with hate

and a spate

of lies—

not falsehoods

or inaccuracies—

but strategies

to change

the conversation

from observation

to obfuscation

and creating

doubt. 

He is uninhibited

with his unlimited

attempt

to stir contempt

while we wait

for him

and them

to hit bottom.

Infinity 

is not divinity.

It is endless

mess

that humans

address

throughout

history.

We think

we 

know now

how 

and why

and so

deny

that humans

will always 

try

to win.

Actual success

reveals

progress,

which to me

feels

like liberation.

Freedom from

oppression

and freedom 

to pursue

without 

harm,

a charming

thought

that ought

to be

easy

in a democracy,

but we know

it’s not so.

Of course

definitions

in opposition

make interpretation

a contest.

But why debate

when it’s 

so easy 

to escalate

hate

going 

ever 

lower?

Taking down

The Escalator

means taking

The Elevator

up to

new

heights.

It’s in our

sights,

despite

the polls

and trolls.

The Escalators

are always 

brought down

by taking

The Elevators 

up.

The Elevator

defies

gravity,

and denies

the depravity

that The Escalator

exudes.

Choose 

the Elevator.

The Escalator

must lose

or he’ll

abuse 

what he can

taking us down

with him.

(** I know 

I’ve used

this metaphor

of The Escalator

before,

but now’s

the time

for action.

Elevate 

your conversation,

participation,

and donation

in preparation

for election day.)

The Weak That Was

Loud and

pre-ashamed

he claimed

that if he 

doesn’t

win

the election,

the “jewish people”

will bear

a lot 

of the blame.

And to whom

was Trump

addressing?

If you’re guessing

not Jews,

you’d lose.

Because, 

when the theme

is anti-semitism,

my pessimism

resurges

as Trump’s urges,

guided by fear,

endear 

the worst

of the worst

to him.

America’ Hitler

hands littler

to supporters

than hate.

And this is 

the “great”

to make

America again.

Meanwhile,

Mark Robinson,

a North Carolinian

Republican

running for 

governor,

was exposed

as a loud

and proud

“Black Nazi”.

Not backing

down

from these 

comments

found

that he made

on 

porn 

sites 

now public.

These men

so brash

who live

in trash

talking

old tropes

to collect 

votes,

because

evil

will feel

powerful,

though

stemming

from 

defect.

The way

to protect

is to deflect

and divide

while they

try to hide

through

bluster.

They muster

the flock

chock

full of hate

claiming

to love

this country.

The strength

of power

that makes

others cower,

is always

temporary.

But successive

gains

holding the reigns

is still 

a chilling

strategy.

Pagers exploding

in Lebanon,

a coordinated

phenomenon

by Israel

to derail

Hezbollah,

weighs

heavily

internally

for so many

who want 

peace

with dignity.

And for 

the Jewish

state

of being

part of

the family

of democracy,

being Jewish

is always 

something

to distort

even to 

an audience

whose support

is needed

to win

an election.

Political Currency?

It’s hardly cryptic

or elliptical

or even practical

that the practically

maniacal

and frantic,

chaotic

candidate

would use 

his schtick

to  shill

his current

currency,

World Liberty

Financial.

The two-bit

huckster

needs to muster

more money.

And his best

people

to best

the people

will now include 

the pharma dude,

Martin Shkreli,

who was sent 

to prison.

But his vision

maintained

unconstrained

as he has

now trained

the youngest

son,

Barron Trump,

while the other

half brothers,

Dumb and Dumber,

will run

the crypto project,

I guess to deflect

from Project

2025.

The tech bros

have lined up

in support

of their guy,

Trump.

They pump

in capital

to his presidential

campaign

and helped him

obtain 

his latest venture.

Sure,

it’s more

of the same

game.

Now

the Two-bit 

swindler,

Shiller-

In- Chief,

a thief

who only takes

and makes

a mess,

is into

bitcoin.

And you can

be

too!

His currency

is the urgency

of money

and cryptic

deflection;

anything

other than

an honest

election.

Reigning Cats and Dogs

First 

and foremost,

I confess,

for most

of prime

time,

I did my

best

not to watch

the no contest

debate.

There was

punditry

aplenty

that provided me

with clips

to witness

after the fact

the exact

statements

and expressions,

deflections

and projections

and the take away

lines

of the day.

Generally,

debates 

have been pivotal

based on demeanor

and/or

zinger.

Whether

one contender

seemed under

the weather

or better

than the other

being funnier,

what sticks out

as significant

is the participant

who introduced

something

not yet 

seen or heard.

As though

it couldn’t get

more absurd,

the bit about

eating pets,

specifically

dogs and cats,

is not only

not sticking

to

the facts,

but a weird

intention

to make

some connection

to immigration.

Seriously?

But Trump

saw it on

tv,

so, you know

it bears repeating.

From JD Vance’s

cat lady stances

to his latest,

pet feast lie,

the tales

of dogs and cats

pales,

of course

to the course

they endorse

if elected.

Taylor’s Swift’s

swift response,

posing with her cat,

reins supreme

as an important

endorsement

by a celebrity

for the apprentice,

VP Harris.

But if any of this

has any meaning,

the screening

must lead to

more action.

The crazy distraction

of cats

and angry,

childless cat ladies,

is somehow their

weird attraction.

But thwarting

Trump before 

and after 

the election,

when he contests

the contest,

requires preparation

which means

your donation

to efforts to suppress

his suppression.

Your contribution

will ensure 

distribution

of enough people 

to assist

and ensure

that democracy

is fully restored

and rights protected

from the demented

fantasy flights

and cat fights

that will surely 

reign,

while he will feign

the victim.

If today’s date,

September 11th,

is to resonate

it must be 

to secure

democracy

from the reign

of terror

foreign

and domestic,

no longer foreign

to us.

Don’t just shop.

Stop Trump.

Help protect

the electorate,

before, during,

and after

this November. 

Liz and Dick

No, not those two

that you

may have thought

might still be

tabloid fodder.

Much odder,

it seems,

is the new

dream team

of Liz and Dick

Cheney.

Conservative pols

way down in the polls,

managed to get

people

to hate them.

He’s the

Daddy Darth Vader—

enhanced interrogator—

and she’s 

the daughter

who fought her 

way from

right wing Republican

to democratic citizen

first 

and foremost.

Each one

a hawk

now ready to talk

about voting

for Harris,

The Democrat!

The admission

is now a permission

for others

to vocalize

and mobilize

against Trump.

Say what you will,

it’s still

patriotic

against the despotic

and despicable

guy.

Liz and Dick,

I hope it

sticks,

and kicks

the pants

off MAGA.

Their name

synonymous

with the sonorous

and serious

hard right

might

bring

more of the once

right wing

to vote

for the only

thing that matters

now. 

Liz and Dick!

Whodda thunk it?

I’ll take it!

Capital Punishment

Mourners 

will gather

as funeral

arrangements

will be

made

for those

murdered

in their

classrooms.

The injured

endured

the unthinkable,

yet 

we shoulda

thunk it 

by now.

Why give

hunting

a pass?

Like it’s not

killling?

Instilling

what values?

Pro life?

We are 

our own

weapons

of mass

destruction

as long as

obstruction

of gun safety

laws

persists.

The silence

on violence

and intolerance

beyond

thoughts

and prayers

alone

or lone

wolves

who tell

us who

they are,

is far

from who

we need

to be.

Yes, 

it’s insanity.

If we only

gather

for our own,

and our own

is like 

a clique,

we stick

to 

the residue

of this

toxic

stew,

that is literally

killing us.

I know

you know 

this.

It’s one more

once more

we shouldn’t

ignore.

But we do.

Ok, they do,

but they are

still we

and it should be

clear

by now

that this 

is how

we could

die.

Appalachik

All of West

Virginia

is contained

in Appalachia,

along with

parts of states

from The Catskills

to the Blue Ridge

and Great Smokies

too.

It’s true,

it’s a region

that’s seen

seemingly

endless

poverty;

struggling

economically,

though

rich in natural

resources.

Symbolically 

significant

of the indigent

white folk,

powerless

to the political

process

until relatively

recently.

And most

potently,

with an emissary

who began

his career

with 

Hillbilly Elegy.

JD,

as you know,

won 

a seat

in Ohio,

with Trump’s

support

and Thiel’s

backing.

Vance’s

pay pal

from 

venture capital

to The Capital

advanced

Vance

to VP

nominee.

As JD

claims

to be

the Harvard

guy

and venture

capitalist

now

representing

the Midwest,

it’s his roots

in Appalachia

that he gets

to claim

as authentic.

He gets it,

right?

The region

emblematic

of the tragic,

left behind,

produced 

a guy

with gumption

to have 

the assumption

that the dream

was his

to reach.

However,

what actually

produced him

was rebellion

and disdain,

and the world

of the elite

with whom

he’d complete

his aspiration.

Power

is inspiration,

a motivation

of and for

itself.

He literally

sold himself

and proved 

himself

to be

an Appalachik—

an agent

of the powerful

using the powerful

story of his humble

beginnings

deprived

but survived

and thrived

to unimaginable

success.

But he doesn’t

represent

the Appalachian

address,

other than

to confess 

the terrible conditions

of his 

youth.

He remains 

true

to himself

for himself

and will

say

and do

anything

to have pals

who pay

for him to 

stay

an Appalachik—

his version

of diversity

equity

and inclusion

identity

for straight,

white,

men,

comfortable

with misogyny

and 

just weird

when it comes

to biology,

or frankly,

humanity.

On Mute

Lips

connect us;

the nexus

of affection

and expression

of language

heard-

absurd,

or credible.

Sound

can be

found

watching

lip movement;

an improvement

on mere

voice.

Now 

the choice

whether 

to mute

the debaters’

mikes

might

make

or break

the date

to debate.

This was,

of course,

expected

as a matter

of course

directed

by 

the guy

whose

Big Lie

will

be bigger

this time

around.

Cutting

the sound

during

the opponent’s

round

was actually

found

to help

him.

Less taunting,

sure,

but more

beneficial

for his

official

standing

lure

is

that

less

is more.

He gets

distracted

and is too

attracted

to the sound

of his own

airing.

It’s too

waring

to

hear

year 

after 

year

much less

anything

to adhere

to.

His own

crew

wants 

him on

mute,

but now

he’ll dispute

the rules.

An excuse

at hand

to not

withstand

the shame

of losing

any game.

Muting

Trump

is the whole

goal

of this 

election.

He’s a mutation

in our politics;

a mix

of fraud

and assault.

Now he’s 

caught,

and fraught

with fear

wanting

to appear

unchallenged.

He’s

a mutant

strain

of ranting;

planting

seeds of

outrage

on stage

and posts.

He’s a variant

of the worst

we’ve seen;

a deviant,

no less.

Would muting 

the mutant,

impudent,

deviant,

variant

be more

expedient

and thereby 

more

decisive

than

when 

his divisive,

pathetic

rhetoric

is too 

much

for most

to endure?

The sure

fact 

is that

he needed

a reason

to bow 

out

of debate

season.

When his

sound 

is on

he sounds

off 

and sounds

quite off

his rocker.

Meanwhile,

the sound

of Madame

President

is resonant

with excitement

as he plans

his incitement

to rock

her.

He’s losing

ground

and his

once sound

intention

to interfere

with 

the election

sounds

familiar.

There’s no

real debate

about

the need

to mute

the mutant

deviant

variant,

if you’re

a democratic

patriot

of the

American

republic.

The Incredible Journey

That is America.

We saw 

us all

all

week.

“…the incredible journey

that is

America….”

was a 

line

from Kamala

that struck me.

It wasn’t her

historic

representation

of the first woman

also Black

and Indian.

She spoke about

what is

American.

“…the most

extraordinary

story

ever told.”

Her personal

story—

her journey—

put forth,

outlined

not a freak

of nature,

but the unique

nature

of American

life,

with freedom

to pursue

through

hard work

and talent.

While 

the rich malcontent

has us all

spent

as he 

will never

relent,

she defied

and denied

him

the DEI 

label

by turning

the table

and identified

American.

Harris

was all

business—

a north star

not just

an avatar.

And like

Amanda

Gorman

whose

gorgeous

poem

show’d ‘em

and us 

that we 

must

be worthy

of The American

Dream,

Kamala

continued

the theme,

admonishing

us all

to be worthy

of the “privilege

and pride

of being

an American”.

The other 

theme 

of the week,

it seems,

has been 

Mom.

Not just

Momala,

the nickname

for Kamala

(a name

Trump

has difficulty

saying),

but the sage

wisdom

we inherit

from our 

mothers

and of course

the other

glaring

issue

blaring

in silence

at the RNC:

Who shall

be

a mother

and how

is somehow

now

a defining

matter

despite 

being

long past

passed.

“Never 

do anything

half assed”,

Harris said

quoting her

mother,

and “Don’t

be limited

by what

has always

been.”

A wise

woman

was 

Shyamala. 

Kamala’s 

journey

toward

the presidency

seems

incredible

yet perhaps

soon

ordinary

for an extraordinary

position.

So much

has seemed 

incredible

and indelible;

even this 

joy

feels new.

But we’ve

just been

reminded

this is 

who

we are

and need 

to be:

“worthy

of the privilege

and pride

of being

an American”.

We are 

part 

of the incredible

journey

that is

America.

Thank you,

Kamala.

Pep Talks

If  Anti-MAGA

has a

new pep

in our step,

it’s due

to

a renewed

concept

of freedom.

A-list

speakers,

including

teachers—

studied

and social—

heroes

local,

political,

musical,

comical,

Legend,

and aspirational,

all inspirational,

including

Ohhhhhpraaaaah,

clad in purple.

Images

and sound

bites

from last night’s

DNC convention,

too many

to mention,

deserve attention.

I was left

with a great 

sensation

of love.

Amanda Gorman

blows me

away

every time

she finds

rhyme 

with profundity.

In her cape-like

dress

this supra-

shero

addressed

America

with her new

poem,

“This Sacred Scene”

reminding us 

to not just 

dream,

but to convene

with love:

“…We are one family regardless of religion, class, or color

for what defines a patriot is not just our love of liberty, but

our love for one another.

This is loud in our country’s call because while we all love

freedom, it is love that frees us all.

Empathy emancipates, making us greater than hate or

vanity. That is the American promise, powerful and pure.

Divided we cannot endure but united we can endeavor to

humanize our democracy and endear democracy to

humanity…

…Let us not just believe in the American dream. Let us be worthy of it.”

An exquisite

linguistic

ballet

to relay

the connection

between

freedom

and love.

It was so 

far above

what we’ve

been living

or dreaming.

So many

great speakers

in unique 

ways,

teachers,

leading up

to the VP

nominee.

Walz radiates

joy

and common

sense

without pretense

but with 

the essence

of decency:

being neighborly;

friendly

with competency.

And let me say,

he makes it all

FUN.

Overcome

with emotion,

Tim Walz’s

son

wept

when his dad

came to accept

the nomination.

Who couldn’t

love

the love

so prominent

and authentic?

That football

team

with guts

a plenty,

the COACH
chants,

and the chance

to feel

free,

makes the prospect

to elect

the Harris and Walz

team

seem like

a labor

of love.

Because love

was revealed

to be concealed

by fear

and anger.

Peppered

with love

and joy

and fun,

we can

keep the momentum;

keep Trump

on the run.

Rededicated,

reactivated,

resuscitated

are we

to actually 

do

and be

democracy.