• Opinion,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    America Is Burning

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    I’m not seeing it as much on Mainstream Media as I was a week ago, but it’s still all over my social media and independent services. Protests, anger, people whose eyes are finally open to the racism all around us. Spread across the world.

    Eight minutes and 46 seconds.

    I live in Canada and we often pride ourselves on how much better we are than the States when it comes to pretty much every social issue you want to name. Better isn’t the same as good, though, and you can find plenty of news stories just in the past week to show that we have a lot of the same issues and the same problems and the same blindnesses as our neighbour to the south. We don’t talk about them as much because we don’t really want to see them, but they’re there.

    And we’re not on fire at the moment. At least, not yet.

    I’m writing all the time and poetry has always been a piece of things for me. The poem that follows is a small chunk of my emotional reaction to what’s going on in the US, but I’m worried about Canada, too. The poem is a week old now, and could have been written a week or more before that if I could have put the words together.

    A couple of days ago, I managed to find the verbal expression to record myself reading it, and posted it on my under-used Youtube channel. If you’re interested, I’ve embedded the video below the poem.

    Stay safe and be well, everyone.

    And stay angry. Channeling that is the only way things will change.

    America is burning
    And so many wonder why
    America is burning
    Its promises lost in lies
    Of a nation built on ashes
    Soaked in blood, and scarred by lashes
    Its leader, whose constant tweeting
    Serves the beating
    Of his chest, his old and pasty minions
    Offer the same stretched-thin opinions
    Of entitlement and division
    Bring a new collision
    Every moment, sowing hate and fear
    Grinding down any who should appear
    To disagree
    With the myth that they are free
    Because, obviously,
    America is burning.
    And it’s difficult for me
    To find a way to see
    Why it isn’t just and right
    For the fires to roar through day and night
    The silenced voices to be heard
    The nation’s vision a bit less blurred
    Except by tears
    For lives lost over years
    Awaiting more than heart-felt words
    To soothe despair still churning
    Underneath the golden sheen
    Of an ever-tarnished, dying dream
    America is burning

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  • Opinion

    Theocracy Draws a First Breath

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    The US presidential election was last night, and it was a nail-biter in the classic sense of the word, the outcome in doubt until well past midnight. Trump won.

    That frightens me in a way that no other election results anywhere have frightened me in very long time. His campaign played equal parts fear, hate, and ignorance, and it was just enough. Had the opposing party run a different candidate, it might not have been. In retrospect, perhaps that should have been obvious, but it wasn’t, at least not to me. I’ve been on record since he gained the nomination that he couldn’t be elected, but I was wrong.

    The Democrats ran the wrong candidate, and you can lay the blame anywhere you like because there’s probably plenty to go around. There is plenty, just on the strength of what I’ve read in the past few weeks.

    Under normal circumstances, there is no way that Donald Trump should have won the Republican nomination. He’s a horrible excuse for a caricature of a human being, and any of the people he ran against would have been better. Well, that might be an exaggeration, but not by much. I think about some of the field of candidates who might actually have had a chance to begin with, and there are plenty I would consider dangerous sociopaths or just plain crazy. Most of them would have been ineffective at best, and of the rest, I don’t think they were dangerous on the same scale as Trump is. Well, maybe Cruz, but in a different way.

    Under normal circumstances, had the Democrat establishment not manipulated everything in their favor, which seems obvious now even if it wasn’t all along (and it was), it should have been, at least in my opinion, Bernie Sanders who won the nomination. But Sanders didn’t win.

    Which is too bad, a Sanders vs Trump campaign would have been far more entertaining, and far more engaging, and it would have produced very different end result.

    But the Democrats ran the wrong candidate.

    Bernie or bust has proved to be prophetic.

    The real problem isn’t just that the Americans are going to have Trump in the White House, at least until he is impeached or assassinated, which I give 12 months or less, but that the Republicans holds a majority in both the House and the Senate. They will have control over the Supreme Court, effectively for the next 20 years or more, I expect. All of the social and human gains the United States has made in the last two decades will be rolled back, and possibly farther than that. The American political establishment should be shot or fired at every level for allowing the snowball to roll this far. Since they won’t be, they should be frightened, should in fact be shitting themselves. What happened last night was not actually a victory for anyone, and the United States will spend a long, long time paying for it. Unfortunately, so will rest of the world in a variety of ways.

    I think about the people Trump has said will be part of his cabinet, and I fear for the safety of a lot of my American friends as well as a lot of people around the world who may have things Trump wants.

    And I really worry that we’re seeing the birth of a theocracy.

    Hold on to hope, keep fighting, and be well.

    As well as you can in this suddenly far more frightening world.Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedinmailby feather