Once upon a time…
True story:
Once I stood, stunned in an archway overlooking a
shimmering building known as the Crown of the Palace, the Taj Mahal.
That shimmering structure looked as though it was
vibrating.
When Sunlight hit that white-white marble inlaid with semi-
precious stones the result was as though it had been hit with lightning. The air
temperature? Over 100 degrees.
Twenty-two years to build, 22,000 laborers,
architects, stone cutters, sculptors, calligraphers, painters and 1,000
elephants worked to build that structure.
It could all be brought down in a day by a
modern-day wreaking ball.
It has taken us 200 years to build the United States
of America.
We have a modern-day wrecking ball standing at the
gate ready and willing to take it down.
The democrats lost the 2024 election
by only 12 votes per precinct nationwide.
And now I hear that again, as in the last
election, the Russians were in there tampering with the media. Keep those Americans
stirred up.
Point 11
from Substack Michael Moore.com
Millions
have come to realize that the system no longer works for them. That they’ll never be out of credit card debt, that the
Medicare you paid into for 40 years doesn’t cover half the stuff you need, that
your boy died in Iraq for nothing, that the police have zero to do with
crime prevention and are mostly there to do crime scene cleanup, that no
pharmaceutical company is working on the vaccine for the next pandemic and most
have stopped working on finding “cures” because where’s the profit if you cure
people and they then have no reason to buy pills for the rest of their lives?
And on and on. Millions have lost faith. That’s why so many won’t show up to
vote. That’s why those who do vote for Trump want to watch him bring the whole
thing down. They love the Crazy Cabinet he’s putting together. Crash and Burn
it all down, Baby! Fuck the universities! To hell with the environment! Close
the FBI! Send a convicted felon and billionaire daddy of my son-in-law to be
our ambassador to France! There should be subtitles on the screen underneath
Trump when he makes these announcements: I hate this country —and if you
haven’t figured that out by now, wait until I pardon P Diddy and make him the
head of the Secret Service! This is why you elected me! I am your
retribution. l am here to destroy the system that has destroyed you. You’re
going to love it!”
Well, that’s depressing, but then, I’ve been
depressed since November 5—and worried before.
Which is worse, worry or depression?
I’m not, however, ready to resign to the fate we have been handed.
I smelled a rat the day of the election, and the
stench is getting worse.
I’ve always respected our country. It started out
well. Brave men had a noble calling: create a democratic republic, a land of
the free. France gave us the gift of a great statue—Lady Liberty, who welcomed
immigrants as their ships floated into the harbor. Men with a vision
created a monument to democracy. We were once respected.
Then to my surprise, the 2025 election was over so fast it felt like that poor mammoth who was frozen with food still in his mouth.
For the past four years, we have heard constant
complaints that the 2020 election was stolen.
Where are the “thieves” during this election?
Nary a scent of them.
Sap, the cold wave hit.
Harris conceded.
Easy transference of power, the Democrats said.
Contrary to the last election, where the loser
wouldn’t leave the White House, who complained for the following four years
that the election had been stolen from him. Once, he slipped and said he had
lost, but it was not heard. Or it was ignored.
But not all screamed. Not all Republicans voted for the Republican Candidate.
Some said, “I’ve had enough.” People were walking out
of rallies he said were larger than they were. Many shook their heads when lies
came flowing out of his mouth. --I didn’t do it. I’m never guilty, nuke a
tornado, fire the general. An escalator goes up. Water demagnetizes a magnet. Demolish the Pentagon. I will fix the economy. Many
government agencies will have to go, maybe the Department of Education, Healthcare,
Medicare and Social Security. Immigrants are polluting our country. I will
deport them. If I were President, the wars would never have happened. Putin loves me. I will fix
the economy…
Many people thought he was dangerous, a fool. A President who would allow his own VP to be threatened with a gallows if he did
not confirm his second term before all the votes were in was not to be trusted.
“It doesn’t matter," said the people.”
However, many Republicans were willing to leave their
once proud party. They are not all racist, misogynist people.
I still believe the majority of Americans are good
people.
Yes, we were brought to our knees by a pandemic. (And
even in the throes of people dying. People were screaming, vaccinate\don’t
vaccinate. The virus will kill you/the vaccination will kill you. Wear a mask/
masks don’t work. Business closed. People were laid off. Big business cut back
or stopped ordering. People were isolated.
On the tail end of achieving some normalcy, we were hit again with an election campaign. Lies/ dump Roe vs Wade/forget about women’s rights. Trump will save us/ Harris is a warmonger. Morals/ sexual conduct/rape/attending sex parties where underage girls were playthings. Some men liked that they could impregnate a woman, and she couldn't do a thing about it. Some low lives, even said, "Your body, my choice." "Alpha Males" should run the country,” said the top runner and his mate.
Some people cared.
A proud man stepped down. He knew he was too old to
run the Presidency for another four years. Whoosh, a woman, a voice or reason
swept sweetly through the land. “You raise people up. You do not tear them
down.” I have only had one client THE PEOPLE.” A shining light. A breath of
fresh air. She smiled. Joy seemed possible. Hope reigned. “Help people make
downpayments. Help entrepreneurs by giving them a start-up stipend. Put a cap
on Pharmaceuticals.”
She needs a spanking from Daddy.” Said the contestant.
“Daddy’s home,” said the people.”
--Don’t oppose me! The contestant cried. I will seek
revenge on my competition. The “enemy within” are those who oppose me. I cheat
at golf. Hey, it’s my golf course. I cheat on my wife. I rape young girls. I
will mess with your Social Security, Medicare, your health care, and women’s
rights; I will fire generals who are not loyal to me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” cried the people.
But not all the people were fooled.
Our ancestors built our Cathedral with care; the
people protected it; we shored it up when it seemed threatened, we championed
its cause.
We, the people, care.
We, the people, want personal freedoms.
We, the people, believe in the freedom to worship (or
not) as we choose. We want separation of church and state. We want to help our
fellow man. We are a nation of immigrants who welcome the new into our country
and want to support our allies.”
I know how I chaos works:
First:
Create a problem.
Second:
Come sweeping in with a fix. I will save you.
Create a great slogan “Make American Great Again.”
Where is again? The 1700’s where you could ship
out immigrants at will?
The wild wild west, without law and order?
We have more sophistication than to believe that baloney.
I thought America was always great.
We were once the brave GIs who fought for liberty. We banded together to fight WWII by buying war bonds, by donating metal, by rationing our food and clothing. We marched for Civil Rights. We protested the War in Vietnam. We taught our children to tell the truth. We tried to teach them to respect others of different colors, races, and religions, not to bully or insult them by name-calling.
Mothers are worried about their children, boys and
girls.
Most men do not want their wives or girlfriends to
bleed to death in the parking lot because a law forbids doctors to use their
training to treat them.
Power. Control.
Are we going to stand for that?
Any two-bit lawyer knows that in ferreting out the guilty party, you first “Follow the money.” Second, search for who has “Motive and Opportunity?”
Who donated 200 million to the election fund? Who has
satellites to carry votes? Oh, two satellites fell to the ground a few days
after the election? My my, how convenient. After they had been orbiting
for the past two years, they suddenly got tired and collapsed as soon as the
election was over?
Rats are running wild.
Did the person who won this election run for the Presidency
with a desire to serve the people and their country?
I don’t think so.
Cat ladies unite.
P.S. Again — for the third time in 8 years, by a vote of the American people, Trump lost a majority of the popular vote!--Michael Moore
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P.S.P.S.
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58. Prince Charming
I am
reluctant to tell this; I have written it in a blog,
https://www.wishonwhitehorses.com) and many have read it,
but I've never written it here, except for the first chapter where I mention
seeing the Peacock on the fence.
There is
more to the story.
Last
night, Prince charming, the name I gave the neighborhood peacock, was standing
on the neighbor's roof across the street, squawking out that plaintive call
that, if you didn’t know better, you would think someone was being attacked. It
reminded me of the play Midsummer Night's Dream, performed at an
outdoor theater in San Diego next to the Zoo. As though on cue, a peacock would
squawk at appropriate moments.
Prince
Charming disappears each winter, slinking away with no tail. However, in the
spring, he appears strutting with that long luxurious tail sweeping the ground.
Think of all the energy that goes into making all those feathers. (That makes
it doubly surprising that he would be on our fence in December and with a long
tail.)
Once upon
a time—true story—my first daughter, then two years old, and I visited our
newly bought house in Riverside, California. I was planning some minor repairs,
as a College Fraternity had lived there, and the house had scars to prove it.
From the
living room, I looked up into the clerestory windows and saw a peacock staring
down at me. This was significant because not long before, I attended a
self-hypnosis class where the instructor told us that we would find our totem
animal.
In my
mind's eye, I followed the instructor's instructions to walk down a forest
path. We continued until we came to a group of bushes. I knew my totem animal
was hiding there, as I could see the rustling of vegetation.
"It’s
all right,” I coaxed. “You can come out now."
I expected
to see a deer, A wolf, or little fluffy animal. However, what came out was a
total surprise. It was a peacock. A male peacock furled out in all his
glory.
Not long
after, I revisited my peacock in the bushes and asked why he stayed hidden.
“Because
here, I am the only peacock.”
Fast
forward many years.
As we were
preparing to build our Log Home in Oregon. Neil and I were walking the dirt
road that abutted the property when we saw a male peacock running with some
wild turkeys. A peacock in the forest?
More years
passed, and we bought our present house; you know that story.
I didn’t
know we had a neighborhood peacock. Neither did I know that in Riverside, our
house was located up a hill from the park where the Peacock supposedly lived
but liked our roof better.
I thought
our present neighborhood peacock had come just for me, and in a way, he did. He
came onto our property and sat on our fence on a day when only Sweetpea and I
were in the house.
As my
imaginary peacock didn’t want to compete with other peacocks, I think the real
peacock is telling me the same?
Time to
put myself out there.