NRA Disease

She was gushing from the open wound. Screams amidst more *Pop! Pop! Pop!*

America: land of the money, by the money, for the money

Government officials gush blood money donated to them by what should be called a terrorist organization: The National Rifle Association. Here are the people who really run the NRA. Read the link. Understand. Know the heathens who keep gun-reform legislators from being elected as they pour money into the single-cell organism mindset to elect members of Congress who vote against any gun regulations and a President who not only revokes the Obama-era gun checks for people with mental illness, but also a  President who consoles gun owners the day after a massacre and not the victims. 

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Members of Congress and a White House filled with people who take money from the NRA terrorist organization while pretending to be Christians who uphold family values is the most sick dilemma facing the nation today, tomorrow, and forever if they are not removed this year. This group props up politicians to bear their flag of death upon the citizens of the UnTIED States. This must stop. This must stop. The citizens must band together and remove these people from their positions of power. They have raped and pillaged the land for long enough.

 

Rant over and to be continued another day…

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Golden Cali, How I Love Thee

Glorious golden California!

Poppies on the West Coast of California

From your progressive policies to your poppies, let me count the ways that I love you:

I love the way your ridges hug the beautiful blue Pacific Ocean.

I love the way the waves lap at your shoreline.

I love the way the wispy white clouds touch the sky.

I love your trees, (those Redwoods!) your bees, your fruits, and your vegetables.

I love your birds soaring high and nestled in your branches and the ones flitting about the earth seeking things to nibble.

I love your crabs and your frogs, your goats, sheep, and dogs!

I love your flowers. your forests, your mountains, your valleys, your lakes, rivers, streams, ponds, and creeks, your deserts, your parks, your islands – all your gorgeous geography!

From your farms to your cities; I love it all.

I’m so in love with you Cali, that I must leave now for a walk among your beauty. I can’t wait another minute!

Bay Nature

(images courtesy of Mori’s Story at BayNature.org)

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A Nation of GIFs

They shared memes of horror while the Fascists moved in. They giggled at their pun fun while the Totalitarian mindset took hold of their judiciary. They watched late night comedians make deeply laughable jokes of the overthrow because it made everyone feel better until one day the heathens pulled the plug of the Big Plan catching everyone by surprise. The web shut tight. Communication lost, as they tied us up one-by-one.

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She Eats Popcorn, Watching America Collapse.

The big fan of dystopian novels, movies, and episodic series sits idly by watching her world fill with the decisions of wretched cheats in Congress. She writes little notes to herself; dialog lines that will never be uttered, scripts that will catch digital dust for eternity, or as long as data remains secured on a server somewhere in the remote regions of Scandinavia. Her mental zeros and ones emblazoned on would-be paper through fingertips on black keys narrate the end.

Part one of the great heist of democracy nearly completed, the serpents and cons elected by fools feast on the innards of the once great American middle class and the poor. First, a reshuffling of the tax to fuel the rich. Part two forthcoming: slash Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security unleashing the Ayn Randian hellstorm they have been dreaming of for decades. Don’t forget to drill in the Arctic, blast sonic death sentences to our marine mammals, and unleash the most explosive anti-environment stripping of regulations of the past 60 years in what is known as “budget riders.”  Among other annihilations of every freedom that once satisfied an average working American, she watches them remove the regulations of the Communications Act of 1934 ensuring that only those who can pay a premium will be empowered to voice their mind in a public manner.

She eats popcorn watching the wind blow through the trees on a beautiful Autumn day. The sky remains a deep blue, for now.

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The Girl Who Came Undone

She didn’t see it happening. It just hit like a tidal wave sweeping her mind, body, and soul  into the ocean of doubt. Renown for being the one most firmly planted in capability, the one you could rely on, she finally burst. One morning around 4a just after a short sleep; she slipped away into madness.

She doesn’t know her name anymore. After a cathartic sobbing, watching her emotions wash away in the tide; she switched off. She is numb. A long swim in the cold ocean can do that to you. You just stop struggling, cease trying to keep up and allow mother earth to swallow you whole. Then the silence. Sound stops. You are one with yourself, finally at peace.

The plan was for this to be the month of completion: a new short film, 2 album projects, another cycle around the sun – this one landing squarely on 55-years-of-life.  Born on 11/22, she always self-revered in the double digit years running around in her mind like Rocky Balboa reaching the top of the steps, arms stretched high in triumph. A more powerful water tiger energy would ensue and fill her days of November with a sense of accomplishment in those years.

The exception: 2017. The problem arose and struck like a nail not being driven through cement when she discovered that nothing was getting done completely. Each day would drip into the next as the work piled on. She felt like the inbox never got less, but rather increased exponentially, arrhythmically beating her into submission to work longer hours, more days. They all became one with only a tiny percentage of relief in 5-6 hours of sleep and a brisk walk now and again. She stood before her students putting on a show; another round of the tears of a clown and there she was doing her best to inspire, enlighten, and finally if all else failed cajole the lackluster ones with extra points here and there just to get them across the finish line to a passing grade. She took great liberty every semester to come up with something new and engaging for each class. But the complication grew from a small growth found on an arm to a huge internal capture of every fiber of her being. She lashed out at friends, colleagues, family. She writhed in mental anguish after her diatribes, steeped in a dark tea of sorrow and regret. Then, the snap.

Poof. Gone.

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Baron Von Uh-Oh

Contemplative. The state that has captured my being this summer wrapping me in a reflective and pensive mindset. Though I walk among the trees in a park on a magnificent, early morning San Francisco day with the sun rising up among the trees and the air a perfect 57-degrees, I can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding that will not go away. I look up at birds flying in a deep blue sky with the ocean 25 blocks away. As I gaze at the beauty of the earth around me, the cerebration in the characters Dom Cobb and Arthur in Chris Nolan’s film, Inception, extract my subconscious; captivating my mind by asking me: “Dana, would you be surprised if suddenly all of this simply turned upside-down and inside-out?”

What the hell? Why can’t I merely enjoy a peaceful jog/walk on a serene morning anymore? Is this fallback from watching the 3rd and 4th episode of Hulu’s “A Handmaid’s Tale” last night? Is it from my from my quotidian contact with the news media as told by The Financial Times, The Guardian, New York Times, and Washington Post? Is it the constant hate-spewed-commentary from the destroyer-in-chief and his thugs?

I shake my head abruptly like an etch-a-sketch in an attempt to erase these thoughts. I enter the soul of the bird chirping above me on a utility wire. Ah, to be free from the exhaustion of a human cerebrum and bipedal locomotion with an ability float and fly. I remember a distinct flying dream a few nights back. It was the first in 40 years! In my youth, I would fly in my sleep from time to time and it was such an extraordinary experience to feel so free. In the dream the other night, I was running one minute and then gliding in air as I continued to run with my legs pumping and then I went higher and higher. I was frightened at one point when I found myself floating above the tree line wondering how I was going to return to earth. My angst-ridden heart beat rapidly as I attempted to slow my speed to no avail. I thought, “What am I going to do now? How do I land without breaking my bones?”

I must have woken up at that point or perhaps my hypothalamus shifted gears into another dream because the experience ended fine. I awoke with the exhilarating memory of having flown and the location where I was running in the air. It made me smile as I had not had such a dream in decades.

Why can’t I continue to be the happy-go-lucky Dana I’ve been my entire life? Why have I become the Baron Von Uh-Oh to myself? I am grateful and thankful for my life as it is, but in these past many months, I have ingested the fear of everything changing in the spur of the moment as if it will all suddenly fold into a vortex. It’s an odd disruption that perhaps will only heal when this nation, currently overrun by a small group of loud haters and greedy monsters, finds its way back to the values of progress that keep us alive by working FOR clean air and water, protecting the earth and all her species, embracing the notion that all humans belong here no matter their culture, human race, nor religion. Respect. Peace.

I feel this:  Inception

 

But, I want this feeling back:

(2 images above borrowed from Rust En Geluk–translation: Rest & Happiness)

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Morally Bankrupt, Deeply Wounded

Particularly, this Independence Day, July 4, 2017, offers not much to celebrate about America.

If this short list of offenses over the past 2 days isn’t enough to make you feel the vibe of the Red, White, and Blue celebration day; look at one of our warships sailing 12 nautical miles into South China Sea near a disputed island in a seemingly antagonistic poke at Xi Jinping. (The Guardian, July 2, 2017)

We are veering closer to world war enflamed with a civil war here at home with this pugnacious bully ruining our reputation and bolstering the lunacy of the far right. The U.S. is morally bankrupt. He holds a 57% of American disapproval of his job performance which is more people than voted in the last election. Those of us who took the time to vote and rejected Trump as a candidate are deeply wounded. There seems to be no end in sight as the Republicans work in secret to secure their coup of our government to rollback regulation (financial, environmental, health, et al) to please their corporate sponsors.

Sorry to be so unhappy July 4th to all. There is nothing to celebrate at this time.

Dried up flag

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