Happy 4th of July?

I’ve always had a bit of a conflict with the 4th of July. To wit:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Well yeah, as long as you weren’t Black, Brown, insert any minority here ______________, or, of course, a woman.

And the undeniable fact is: In the 241 years since those words were written, none, NONE of the aforementioned segments of society that make up these 50 United States, Washington DC ,  Puerto Rico or our other territories are yet on equal footing with the White man.

And with the event of Trump, we’ve seen, in real time and daily, very deliberate assaults on all manner of minorities and women – particularly Muslims and Blacks.  White America is terrified of the inevitability of a minority majority in the US, which is stated to occur by mid century and I 1) can’t wait and 2) hope that I will actually be able to see it, although I doubt I will be.

Perhaps by then  we will actually celebrate and cherish the diversity of these United States and territories.

Perhaps by then the Declaration of Independence we be edited to state “All Men and Women, of every color and creed are created equal”

And America will mean it.

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To Trump~

Climate Change is real.  Climate is dire.

America isolated = America last.

You have taken the country I love and made it a pariah on the world stage in a mere 4 month’s time.

Saying I hate you is a weak statement.  As weak as you.

So I will say:

I LITERALLY hate you!

(Much stronger)

As America will be without you.

 

 

 

An Amazing Urban Landscape ~ “New York as Utopia/Dystopia”

“New York as Utopia/Dystopia” – Torin Rozzelle Photography- 2016

This landscape takes me away – and I appreciate the title.  It can be realized as a utopia or a dystopia.

It always brings to me a sense of awe – something magical with kindness and cooperation – a benevolent kingdom. Hope lives there.

Had I seen it after the inauguration…..well………..one can easily see where the dystopia may come in.

What do you see?

 

Tuesday’s Tune~ “Take Me To Church” ~ Hozier

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Songwriters
BYRNE, ANDREW HOZIER

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