REMEMBERING MOM

When an overly inquisitive teen, I asked my Mother why she called my father, “daddy” and her older sister, “sister.” She answered, “Your grandfather called my mother “wife,” and she called him, “husband,” So I guess it comes from what I heard growing up.”

Absent a reset button, I’m grateful for the privilege of honoring all mothers by sharing some memories of the woman whose life, was the voice I heard growing up: my Mother Margaret.

On my very first school day ever, I insisted on being allowed to walk alone several city blocks to Kindergarten. Mom finally acquiesced and off I went, at age four. Two decades later, she confessed she had followed me all the way, on the opposite side of the street.

Once driving age, only Mom could entice me to attend loud family gatherings, as she succeeded in doing one Thanksgiving by playing the trump card: my Grandmamma was in town. I went. Less than a week after, Mom made the call only she could make. It had been Grandmamma’s last Thanksgiving. The three of us were special to and with each other, but not Mom’s first trio. She, her older sister Virgie and Cousin Lillian were the best of friends their entire lives. Lillian from trio to duet, now solo.

Mom’s story is only half full without mentioning her partner for sixty-two years, for it was impossible for dad to walk past my Mom without a touch, kiss and “I love you.” Then the April 2008 call came, the one where a nurse, then doctor manage to avoid saying the word “died,” preferring “Your father’s not responding to us.” Given his age, I suggested ways to get him to respond that usually worked for me. Sensing their confusion, I ventured to ask, “Are you trying to say my father is dead?” “Yes,” the doctor replied, and then hit me with the phrase so overused it’s rendered meaningless, “sorry for your loss.”

I had just left his bedside nine hours earlier and now on the drive back I was transformed from POA to his funeral arranger. Then at 2:30am Wednesday February 29, 2012, my Mother let go and joined him.

Unlike wedding planning and child birth, funerals don’t prepare you for repeat performances. While I directed my father’s last years of life and first weeks of death, Mom’s absence still leaves me mentally scattered and tearlessly numb.

Calls continue, expressing great love for my parents, who seem to have served on every church board, committee and organization possible.

Dad never talked much; Mom rarely stopped. Both laughed heartily at old radio shows; both were quick witted, dedicated to the task at hand, and committed to God, family and community. Both loved singing, were Kennedy Democrats and retired federal government employees called many times by those who followed them, requesting help.

Both loved children. Even in later years of dementia, a child on television would evoke an immediate response from Mom, and when Mom’s live in caregiver’s grandchildren would come for a visit, Mom was Mom again.

Almost three months now, and I’m still waiting for the relief promised by “the ugly cry.” I thought I had it coming to me when asked to personally close the casket. What rituals we showcase attempting to honor the dead. Perhaps the dead are best honored when the living emulate the best in the life transcended.

At her funeral March 7, 2012, I asked that Mom be eulogized by those who knew her sharing their happy moments with her. People kept coming, stepping up to the mike with wonderfully moving reminisces of Mom as solo and duo with Dad. They spoke of how sacred she held every accepted responsibility as usher, choir singer, Communion preparer, Sunday School Teacher and church elder.

Through the years I’d hop in the car and surprise Mom with a visit. Using my key late one night, I heard the upstairs bed creak and before I could lock the door behind me, Mom was at the top of the stairs asking if I was alright. I was. “See you in the morning then,” and back to undisturbed dad she went. Next day I was awaken by her gentle touch, her voice hushed, she said, “Bobby’s been shot,” then turning on the television, went to make me coffee.

Once living in NYC, my visits numbered fewer, as she reminded when my surprise found her sitting by an open window, attending a meeting in someone’s home. Standing outside only a few seconds before she suddenly turned in my direction, quickly excused herself and joined me outside for a shared embrace so long and heartfelt, I asked how long it had been since we had seen one another. Tightening our embrace, she whispered, “next Tuesday, it will be five years.”

That was my Mother.

Hardcore Band for Secret Service all atwitter over Chaperone Employment Opportunities on Facebook for Double Dipping Fee Disputes

And that’s just the title of this rant and rage compilation of raw anger at opportunistic, holier than thou, hypocritical “mad as hell” venting.

YES, finally an American institution is held accountable for last call profiteering behind closed doors, where there’s more going on and coming in than jilted call girls.

Sad that both civilian and military in positions of authority, responsibility and power need ‘free will’ limitations imposed in order to do their duty without doing the deed; Who among us need ‘prohibition against drinking excessively’ without an asexual chaperone: GSA, NRA, Wall Street and all entrusted with important stuff, like national security, public safety and law enforcement.

Truly America would be far less bed ridden if we keep the weak from greed for power out of ‘disreputable establishments’ like Congress, Wells Fargo, Bank of America and The Supreme Court.

And travelling or not, I think the fewer foreign objects in hotel rooms the better – though it’s a little late to reject foreigners, already deserting the mental and physical deserts of Arizona, faster than we can ‘papers please’ them with the desires of secret servicing in privatized prisons.

Power seekers are lured into the intoxicating delusion of even fleeting power. Everything from forty minute school cafeteria supervising, to back room deals with K street walkers, to coaches and priests checking into rear entrance ways, corrupting the way, the truth and the life, waving their old glory around in shower rooms after the games of Mass destruction and in Congressional chambers between the pages.

Those suffering from the illusions of grandeur’s superiority over the minions, come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and political & sexual persuasions, though most not yet registered sexual offenders, they are nonetheless perverted by a belief that one’s character is scored by how often one scores.

Such humanitarian deficiency exists even beyond the red hot state houses of disrepute asking, seeking and knocking for vaginal probes so religious hysterical hysterectomy can beat off abortion in the climatic revelation of Bush worshippers.

Let’s face it, no matter how often we’re rear ended by bonus bowel movements of banks, insurance companies, pink slime peddlers, license to kill lice filled diseased chickens for an all American Sunday dinner or pharmaceutical pill pushers, we’re secretly servicing Koch dicks Eric Cantor, Paul Ryan and John Boehner because, like Mitt Romney’s ignored King, those who would wield power over us, tend to be the negative of our positive image thrown back in our faces, while on our backs.

Some slip through stop signs and exaggerate on time sheets; others deny equality for women and financially rape education’s providers and seekers.
Some cheat a bit at tax time; others contractually commit to inequitable tax code. Some arrive late and leave early; others rape their own in uniform, empowered by superiors who wink looking the other way.

“Can we get along,” needs our child within saying “the darndest things” we once dared to dream. Celebrating life between birth and death shatters the myths of war, crushing highs of student loans & DMAA and America’s loss when our pledge of “…Liberty and Justice for ALL,” fails minorities and women.

Uncompromised character in private and public institutions begins with teaching the enslaved how not to be slaves.

What’s the big deal about Our 2012 Elections?!?

Answer: recapturing America. Ah but which America, the America of 1776, black & white 50’s, embattled 60’s, Watergate 70’s, the 80’s Trickle Down & CIA “Team B,” NAFTA 90’s or the dawning of the age of “drill, baby drill wars? If only we could agree on which America to elect.

In 2012 we vote about the Right to Work, Corporate Personhood, Voter Suppression and a politically compromised Supreme Court. It’s about “show me the money:” those who have it, those who used to and those who never did. It’s about K Street lobbyists transforming both Congressional political parties into a posturing puppet show of American regime change.

It’s about the new slavery, reminding us that neither North nor South engaged in a great Civil War for great moral changes and because the reasons for the Civil War survived: Ted Nugent’s “You see, I’m a black Jew at a Nazi-Klan,” black lynching as late as the 1980s or Zimmerman vs. Trayvon Martin, America’s internal uncivil war continues its battle over wages, and the fear of losing something to those “different” ‘guys and dolls.’

We vote because of ALEC laws, the Blunt Amendment, Ryan’s anti-Middle Class budget, PIPA & SOPA and Romney’s desire to eliminate the Dept of Education, knowing the uneducated are more easily manipulated into fighting among themselves.

It’s about over consumerism, oil power gaming at the pump and Grover Norquist tax residue. It’s about Rush power and Roving over the unprotected and unsuspecting. It’s about control of millions – not just dollars, but lives. It’s about Davids standing their ground before Goliath Robber Barons.

We vote to count against ‘those who will pay any price, impose any burden, ignore any hardship, support any 1% tax cut, oppose any healthcare reform in order to assure the survival and success of corporate rule’ through rigged elections favoring the most extreme Reactionary Conservatives of a Grand Old Party and its Governor minions like Florida’s Rick Scott, Indiana’s Mitch Daniels, Virginia’s Bob McDonnell, Wisconsin’s Scott Walker and Mississippi’s Phil Bryant devaluing women who can simply “close their eyes” during a government imposed vaginal probe. Since a ‘Scarlet Letter’ seems insufficient, then let us brand all women in the color of rage, shame and Communism: GOP RED.

Boycotts against offending banks and corporations, accompanied by calls insisting Congress investigate and regulate them, is a wise vote filled with the vision of the Golden Rule exemplified in the “Buffett Rule.” Voting is the greatest patriotic act of protection for a truly democratic people.

It’s about every voting age American voting for the good of every Red, Black, Brown, Yellow, White American. Such voting will ‘speed up that day when all of God’s women, children and men, black & white, Jew & Gentile, Protestant & Catholic, Muslim & Mormon, will be able to join hands in civil debate in the halls of justice, the voting booths, houses of worship and educational institutions to vote for human decency.

Voting is about saving the Mocking Bird from those who would kill it.

The Power of Your PUBLIC OPINION

What’s your opinion regarding your family, community, schools, political party and government’s priorities? What are you for, for the good of America? Are you for ALL Americans or do you pick and choose? What’s your opinion about Secret Service, Military and Wall Street Traders’ involvement with drugs and prostitution? Which is your priority: who you’re against or what you’re for?

Are your priorities, Education, Women’s rights, an equitable tax code, stopping Backpage.com American sex-slave trafficking, OR Scott Walker, government vaginal probes, Paul Ryan’s budget and anti-abortion without exception?

What public opinion frightens the elite white guys’ Viagra club most as they reach for the Depends, fearing an aromatic future that fails to fertilize maximized Wall Street priorities that crush Main Street thinking? Your opinion? The good ol’ boys should reap what they’ve sown for the multi-ingredient 99%: we the mixture of the complacent, the duped and the enraged, OR that Corporatism’s post WWII money making machine is so ensconced by our fears, vigilante gun toting is our new normal?

Corporatism: The elite protectors of Romney’s financial masters of war manufacturing or GW’s “so called rich?” Are Bank of America, Wells Fargo, Citi-Group, GMAC, JPMorgan Chase and Goldman Sachs Dylan Ratigan’s “Greedy Bastards,” or GW’s “job creators?” Extreme conservative capitalism at its self-serving worst, oppressing the Middle Class into the depressed poor; akin to the straight and narrow world view of C Street House; OR leftover Reaganomics trickling down blessings and prosperity from the puppeteers behind smoked glass board rooms atop skyscrapers of the power addicted?

Myan opinion is, time’s running out to be all we can be, so if not now in this 2012 election year, when will we prioritize human decency over corporate personhood, and resurrect our “Out of Many, One” opinion to let freedom ring again?

Twitter, Facebook and email are today’s Town Criers, Telegraph and Paul Revere, but abusing “The Marshall Plan” to create what Eisenhower warned was a dangerous “Military Industrial Complex” is as un-American as war profiteering from their new and improved product: financial empire through perpetual war.

Between Nixon and Reagan we were lulled into expecting less of industry, government and ourselves, so “Government is the Problem,” could then easily dictate opinions. Thus “The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave” became wed locked to Corporatism’s priorities: rigged elections, voting machines and U. S. Supremes: the dawning of the age of America’s diminishing returns.

Perhaps if we tempered our opinion of being the world’s best in every way, we might learn the Titanic lesson: nothing’s too big to fail, and recapture our path to glory, instead of settling for being all of the people sheep herders Rush, Rove and Kochs can fool some of the time.

Uniformed or civilian, President or wannabe, 1% super rich or 1% volunteer warriors, those who wave the flag to raise the finances to fool “some of the people all of the time,” are neither patriots nor American. Fortunately most of us have little in common with the wealthy few who “had other priorities” when American sons and daughters were maimed in battle, spilling their blood in desert sands to fill the opinionated coffers of Conservative Oil Men.

If the insulting lunacy of “Guns don’t kill people, people do,” proves anything, it’s the bottom-line: personhood of corporations like the NRA creates lobbyists, CEOs, CFOs, Boards and politicians who are the people who kill people.

Your votes, boycotts, bank withdrawals, petitions and blogs set national priorities, express personal opinions and define your humanity.

What We Don’t Know Hurts

What we don’t know about Corporatism’s push back against our economic recovery hurts us with potential internal combustion from the top heavy weight of those who define success by how many ‘Muppets’ they can fool most of the time.

Siding with Cain against the 99%, they profane The Good Samaritan: we are at our best when the keepers of our brothers and sisters, not their jailers, pill pushers, financial oppressors or neighborhood watch murderers.

‘With malice toward none, with charity for all’ evaporating like steam from the frog inhabited simmering pot, guess who’s coming to dinner: Corporate hunger games! As for those still lulled by pretend patriotism faking the way we were, failing to sense our transformation into ‘fat, lazy and stupid’ 99% slaves, you, are dessert.

‘Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.’
Who dines best because of our addictive diets causing epidemic illnesses from stress and overweight? Why, sellers of prescription drugs, pushing doctors to push pills in a non-healing cycle that links at the HIPpa with Goliath Health Insurance Companies like WellPoint and Blue Cross Blue Shield. Bullying of all kinds belies ‘Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but prescriptions will never hurt me.’

‘You get what you pay for’ has ballooned through wining and dining AMA white coats, whose numbers are limited by Government of, by and for the Corporations, to limit competition, keep medical fees artificially high and Insurance premiums lucratively guaranteed, in this reign of unabashed, unrepentant and largely unprosecuted corporate resurrection of the age of ‘Robber Barons.’

If ‘a mind is a terrible thing to waste,’ why are education budgets the first to be cut? Who benefits most from the failure of our children to write an intelligent sentence beyond 140 characters or make change without computer assistance?

Who wins when we are demoralized by under-employment and under water mortgages? ‘The Bible tells me so:’ the money changers of Wall Street like Bank of America, Goldman Sachs, and Wells Fargo.

Banksta immorality nurses on the inequity of our tax code allowing exemptions for those with the most, at the expense of the least of these my brethren, and the merging of Banks/Corporations and government decapitates democracy.

‘Corporate Boards are the problem,’ aided and abetted by politicians like Scott Walker and a Congress willingly selling its soul, pledging to the flag of ‘firmness in the Right as Gold gives us to see the Right.’ Let us Rush to shake off our feet, the dust of billionaire extremists in the electoral process that Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe and all the women left out of our history books built.

Corporatism is not Americanism. It is the product of self-serving multinational houses of greed, with an extreme right wing agenda descending from Cain to Vaginal Probes. ‘Volt,’ like Tucker and the Electric Car before it, now maneuvers through the habitual Koch head self-preservation tactics, from Marie Antoinette through Hoover to Romney’s “Let Detroit Go Bankrupt.”

Did you know before the Supreme Court was the benefactor of corporate personhood, it was a court that supported regulation of insurance companies under the Constitution’s Commerce Clause, until insurance lobbyists convinced Congress to pass the 1945 McCarran-Ferguson Act which to this day exempts insurance companies from anti-trust laws?

Do you know why the findings of a McCormack-Dickstein House Committee on Un-American Activities investigation of a potential coup of FDR’s administration, by Banks and some of the wealthiest and best known corporate family names in ‘The Land of the Free, is classified?

What we don’t know hurts USa.

BULLYING KILLS CHILDREN

I’m Roman Catholic but that’s not why I’m against abortion, for that would be like saying I’m Jewish because I’m against adults sexually forcing themselves on children, like some in Afghan tribes believing “boys are for pleasure and women are for children.”

The equalizing truth is, there is no difference between the Afghan in Toulouse, France who shot Jewish children, the American Sergeant who massacred Afghan children and the Floridian vigilante who, in “self-defense,” gun downed a seventeen year old on a TV sports break for Skittles.

They were all self appointed avengers who cowardly attacked those who were defenseless against assassins.  Yet these acts of terror are but the understandable extensions of the bullying of Corporations, Financial Institutions, the Military and Government.

New Rules are needed for how we demonstratively express our beliefs in right & wrong, Right & Left and Black, White, Red, Yellow & Brown.  New Rules that reflect more the old Golden Rule of ‘Love thy Neighbor as thyself, and there but for the grace of God’s gift of “Free Will,” go I stomping on the head of a Rand Paul protester.

We need new rules to expose the new reality of bullying, for like the Blunt Amendment, bullying is those with the gold dominating those without a voice.

Coaches, who pay players to “take out” opponents and those who do so, are bullies.  Bullying is a brutal offence to humanity whether assault with intent to steal smart phone or profit protecting AT&T, T-Mobile, and Verizon, as accessories after the fact.  Whenever the stronger intimidate the weaker, it’s bullying, and dorm room prying cameras spies prove bullying can be deadly.

Whether the sanctimonious supposedly sacrosanct Richmond State Assembly of GOP (Gang of Probers) led by Vaginal Probe Bob McDonnell, “The Land of the Free” opposes government that opposes “The Spirit of 1776” by imposing their cultural, sexual or religious beliefs on any other American’s political, sexual or personal choices.

First we must recognize bullying in all its forms, like Religious:  the Inquisition, violent resistance to construction of lower Manhattan Muslim Community Center and suicide bombers; Political: elected officials imposing limitations on voting rights and branding a woman’s right to choose with a scarlet letter; Financial:  Paul Ryan’s budget strike two and traders working for Wall Street institutions who chose to sacrifice America and Americans, on their altar of greed, prostitution and cocaine consumption.

Whether we serve our children Pink Slime or market them to death with fast fatty foods, cigarettes and overly caffeinated alcohol laced energy drinks, it’s bullying.

As America is taken over by Corporatism, Conservatism and K Street Lobbyists, the poor are buried further, melting polar ice ignored and attempted murder of Middle Class depletes targets so much that Goldman Sachs has no choice but to eat its own — but must Muppets be given a bad name.

We are better than the bullying vaginal probing, abortion murderers of personal freedoms, eroding reason in conservative state houses throughout America.

So when standing up in self-defense for Justice, against the residue of Jeb Bush’s Florida, remember:  lead by the example of “One Nation Indivisible with Liberty and Justice for ALL,” especially the children.

Are GIRLS BACK?

I’m told I have only 250 milliseconds to get your attention so: recently I spent some time with Tommy Lee Jones in Richmond Virginia’s State Assembly, and at 2:30am on Leap Day 2012, my Mother died.

The tie that binds these two personal historical moments to you: when a low life calls a college “snob” a “slut” for increased ratings, gets more TV time news cycles than Virginia’s Women’s Strike Force, a new PAC of women who are fiercely united in their progressive independence to resist any attempt of Alabama, Arizona, Pennsylvania and Virginia State Governments to launch a successful national campaign to make 157 million Americans second class citizens with fewer constitutionally guaranteed rights, personal liberties and freedoms to pursue happiness, just because they were born without a penis, then I think it’s time to acknowledge that a 250 milliseconds evaluation, is likely to leave you in the dark ages.

March is Women’s History month. Why not, black people have February. As the other ten months go to the highest bidder for white guys, don’t know where Asians, Hispanics, Jews and original Americans get celebrated or at least acknowledged — perhaps when returning veterans get parades again.

Can’t help wondering if we spent as much time & money and gave as much attention to caring for one another between birth and death, as we legally and financially burden death, and try legislating birth, perhaps more of us would have a healthier and happier life on earth.

We might discover the stability and security that a life filled with peace, love, happiness, communicating ideas offers: listening to the birds and the bees instead of condemning them, smelling the roses with each other instead of destroying the healing potential of the rain forest; uniting in true friendships that produce solutions, rather that proclaiming loving God and country is a license to prosecute those with whom we disagree; putting more blacks in jail for drugs while 20 million hang on every twisted word of radio talk show druggie; expressing institutional religious freedom by insisting pretty boy wannabe VP Bob sign himself into Virginia law as Vaginal Probe McDonnell.

Supreme Court sanctioned Corporate Personhood needs our regulation, not the personhood of those Americans continuing the procession of Pocahontas, Sacagawea; Susan B. Anthony, Alice Paul, Amelia Earhart; Eleanor Roosevelt, Marion Anderson, Rosa Parks; Sandra Day O’Connor, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Sonia Sotomayor; Geraldine Ferraro, Olympia Snowe, Hillary Clinton and of course Anita Hill.

Somethings worth pondering longer than 250 milliseconds:
• Perhaps it’s better to define Personhood by the kind of person, husband, mother, soldier, government employee, community leader, and family or board member you are
• Buffett and Gates are not the only good people in the top 1% income bracket, but if you’re not one of them, you’re the 99%
• There have always been rich and powerful people like the Koch brothers craving more at the expense of others, but they can’t rule us without our voting, listening or silent consent.
• The Civil War never ended. Only the target victims have increased. Now it’s women like my Mother, your sister, Sandra Fluke and you

SORRY

I’m sorry for all the many, many good Republicans and America’s loss of their Republican Party of Lincoln, Nelson Rockefeller, George Romney and Ronald Reagan, who today, like our Founding Fathers, would be politically progressive.

I’m sorry that descent Americans who just happen to be Republicans must endure the manipulation of their religious beliefs and either avoid voting or give into the ramblings of a man so voter disconnected, he praises the similar height of trees, for votes.

I’m sorry in an America of smart phones, iPods, iPads and Podcast radio, anti-Occupy DC Darrel Issa and his committee of good old boys actually needed Representative Carolyn Maloney (D-N.Y) and former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi to point out, “where are the women.” I’m sorry few others have questioned this manufactured religious freedom war on the freedom of women to choose between well placed aspirin and the ERA.

I’m sorry that the same zealots, who protected children molesting priests, now couch a woman’s right to have medical choices insured, as a cultural war against religious freedom.

I am sorry that good Republicans are being drowned by those willing to sell their souls to the highest bidder to push down children & elderly, poor & middle classes, foster & Medicare, Social Security & Services and Education as far as the “Right” can go wrong.

I’m sorry Jefferson’s Virginia Assembly has aborted any semblance of equality, by trying to require ultrasound for women before abortion, while paying for their Viagra. Sorrier still that media descended on Charlottesville to sensationalize gruesome murder trial, but ignores connect with Richmond state of mind that encourages mankind’s casting womankind in second class citizen role to be dominated, subjugated and even murdered in their rooms.

I’m sorry our communications technological advancements have so muted our courage to assail beyond headline clichés. I’m sorry that knowing we can start a revolution with 140 characters weakened our vision to see that more character is needed to sustain change.

I’m sorry if Santorum wave provides incoming tide for Jeb’s ship of fools to sail upon some Jersey shore to conquer reasonable equality of expression.

I’m sorry Syrian and Iranian bully Governments rain terror over their people while America and Israel must take the high road of restraint, sanctions and negotiation with headquartered aircraft carries in the Persian Gulf.

I’m sorry we couldn’t save three from avalanche, Whitney Houston, JFK, MLK, Bobby or America from “World View’ of Cheney and Santorum.

I’m sorry that ‘New Media’ is now morphing into the same regurgitated redundancy of corporate owned old media. I’m sorry form, format and style are used as excuses to sacrifice researched substantive content, adjectives & adverbs, and the poetic prose of our English language, to the god of conformity’s sameness, forcing amnesia of, “to thy own self be true.”

I’m sorry for all who’ve lost the art of reading to provoke their questioning of authority. I’m sorry when all women, aspirin notwithstanding are recast as 1950’s ‘colored girls,’ into a 2012 where the rainbow isn’t even acknowledged by their penis powered counterparts elevated by Peter Principle.

ONLY ONE

One Truth:
Divided by ego imposed points of view

One Race:
A melting pot boiling over with cultures fearful of losing their specialness in the final mix

One Law:
Though older than the scriptures which codified it, is as fragile as humankind.

One Time:
The only thing we have, this one moment, with one choice of how to use it

One World:
Smaller than a village, but more powerful than domestic and foreign regimes of terror, we’re as limited as a Greek economy, as Goliath defeating as a Tweet and as connected as a FB friend.

One Failure:
Not seeing beyond the screens; lifting our eyes, engaging our brains, civilly sharing thoughts, feelings and listening to universal truth: regardless of outward appearances, inward fears, global aspirations, corporate marketing, banking Bankstas, religious beliefs, or personal social preferences, power comes from all around and within us. Each is one piece out of focused peace, in a time of operators operating on the will of “We the People.”

One Hope:
The world is our oyster and we, chiseled by time, into ornate layers of rainbow tinged chess pieces, like a mosaic of history’s human comedies, religious tragedies, political melodramas and SNL parodies, 140 characters may yet change Syria, Iran and America, but sustainability comes from character that listens long enough, to hear the one still small voice within each of us, whispering to its one receiver in all living things.

One Lie:
Told those lying still because they gave their lives for those who still lie to keep the chess pawns applauding what America preached in 1776, while booing or ignoring those who actually serve and protect.

One Thing:
Transforms us into USA: uniting in helping family, friends, neighbors, community and ourselves fulfill individual pursuit of a life of liberty, happiness, prosperity and peace of heart, soul and mind

One Nation:
Under One God whose Preamble is ‘Free Will.’ One Bill of Rights insisting on equality and justice for all; One Chance to magnanimously personify a catholic definition of God and Country Patriotism, Love Thy Neighbor as Thy Self and acts of valor. While character and valor are proven every day by unknown Americans who protect us from the horrors those who order them help create, they’re defined also by every human action toward another, for you can’t claim God as your co-pilot without loving all your neighbors regardless of where they fit in the rainbow.

One Fact:
No matter how often you say ‘family values,’ ‘In God We Trust,’ or defend domestic violence with the Second Amendment, if you are not making the income of the top one percent, you are one of the 99%.

One History:
The one agenda of the power elite remains the same since before Cheney’s Oil wars, the Thousand Year Reich and Russia’s Pogroms to the beginning of time – to control by dominating our thinking, manipulating us into fighting for their world view by fighting among ourselves, and re-procreating “fat, lazy and stupid” pawns for ideological future servitude.

Recently, a Republican was caught committing vote fraud in the Wisconsin State Assembly, while the Virginia State Assembly attempted to return women to a state of second class citizen.

Those who are still impressed by candidates, who praise tree heights or, preach love of God means hating everyone not like you, have missed the one unique quality of being American: “Out of Many, One.”

“Never to Walk in Anyone’s Shadow”

The troubling lessons from song lyrics and clichés are, the former is often a day late and dollar short, and clichés come from our own repetitions of the more things change the more they stay the same.

While Twitter and FB can unite us as a mighty force of cold water in the face of governments by first holding the feet of corporate bullies to the fire of shame, death at 48 unites us in the tragedy of hotel room aloneness.

In The Natural, Redford’s Roy Hobbs confesses to Glenn Close, “my life didn’t turn out the way I expected.” Neither did that of Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson or “Uncle Sam.”

What goes around comes around; we are what and when we eat, drink smoke and inhale; but what is past is prologue only if we don’t heed the lesson the first time around. Too much too soon, too fast and furious, and what dreams may come, is nightmares of tragic loss.

Without family, friends and government, just say no has no more infrastructure for success than, “No Child Left Behind.” For every action, there is a reaction: we defeat their debit card fees; they charge us for moving our money. They robo foreclose on America, we Occupy.

There are more things in heaven and earth, than are dreamt of in Banksta board rooms. Like Edward G’s Johnny Rocco, Banksta Godfathers Wells Fargo, Bank of America and captains are addicted to “Yeah. That’s it. More. That’s right! I want more!”

Don’t ask, don’t tell but we the 99% don’t have to follow Mr. George Bailey to Washington to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth anymore. We just need a keyboard and each other to run Bankstas out of town, and although they know this, like us, they are creatures and victims of habit.

There are enough Conservatives in Washington to CPAC The House vote in favor of the gray ghosts of Wall Street, and though 25 billion is but a pinch of salt in a tiny pricked wound, Big Brother Inc lacking any sense of repentance, justifies the end of Democracy, by liberally mixing up a conservative electorate in a cauldron of radioactive Iranian oil, tossed in poisoned eyes of Newt, to drown us all in the double, double toil and trouble, of our own overly indulgent addiction to people, places and things that are bad for us.

There are none so blind as those who will not see from sea to shining sea, no matter what corporate gangs of greedy bullies ooze onto our tea stained land of the free, we the 99% are the captains of our soul, the masters of our fate unless we become a statistic of Banking, Pharmaceutical, Fast Food and Cigarette marketing imposition, promoting addiction.

We shall overcome only when we rise up and walk, lifting every voice and singing, never to walk in anyone’s Wall Street shadow again. Early death need not be our only freedom at last from corporatism’s clichés.