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HUMPTY DUMPTY

Dear Readers, dear Friends, 

Until now I have not used my blog for any political statements with the possible exception of my story of our trip to Brownsville to help feed the asylum seekers.  Although the command to clothe the naked and feed the hungry is biblical, not political. But after the two weeks of DNC and then RNC I had to just this once react and share my feelings.  And you can choose to read it or not.  A blog is like the bottle thrown out on the waves for anyone or no one.  But I had to put it down in words. 

HUMPTY DUMPTY

“When I use a word,” said Humpty Dumpty, “it means just what I choose it to mean.”

 Last night I forced myself to watch the whole tawdry parade.  Somewhere early on—I think around Ben Carson—I grabbed this sweet toy that some of you remember Marti sent me when the quarantining started.  I needed something soft to clutch for comfort. Lies and more lies, lies repeated over and over, their insane mantra. And echoed on Fox news and believed in some homes.



Up is down. Darkness is Light. Right is left. Black is white. White is black. Failure is success. Loss is gain. Guns are good. Charity is bad.  Protesters mourning the slaughter of unarmed black men and boys are anarchists. The police who shoot them are heroes. The virus that has already killed 180,000 Americans and is not abating is a huge success. Almost every country on the globe has closed its borders to Americans but we are the greatest country. The man who refers to shit hole countries says he has done more for Black Americans than anyone since Lincoln.

I heard only one true statement during the entire circus.  "The stock market is up." Yes, it is. But how many little business owners, how many people struggling to buy food and pay their rent, how many families devastated by medical expenses or by the hurricanes or raging fires or floods or droughts are cheering for their stock portfolios?

Actually, there was one other true statement, and uttered by the man himself. “This election will be the most important election in our history.” Yes, this is absolutely true. No one can stay home this November.  Every vote counts.

All the performers last night and their worshipful audience—almost no masks in that crowd—happily, mindlessly cheered for “four more years.”

When it ended I put down the puppy and went down to the lake to swim and wash all those lies from my head and my body. Mentally and emotionally I was covered in mud, but I could wash it off. And I remembered how the story ends and how these lies casting a shadow over our country must end. We once were committed to “one nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.”





HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD A GREAT FALL, AND ALL THE KING’S HORSES AND ALL THE KING’S MEN COULDN’T PUT HUMPTY TOGETHER AGAIN.

So we all have to do everything in our power to get out the vote, to speak truth, to counter the endless lies, to bring down Humpty Dumpty and end this madness, to affirm the words of our own pledge of allegiance, heal our divided nation, and become again “one nation indivisible.

 

Comments

  1. P. J. GrathAugust 29, 2020 at 11:26 AM

    I seem to remember he said, "The choice is very clear." I thought that was a true statement.

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