The 3-D Painting

When I was a kid 3-D computer generated pictures were quite the fad. The ones you would stare cross eyed at for hours on end. Bits and pieces of the big picture coming in and out of focus. Your frustration builds with the knowledge that something epic awaits if you could only get your eyes to focus the right away. Then when you’re about to give up and your eyes start tearing up from exhaustion; voila! It all comes into focus. It was almost always some type of exhilarating scene. A dinosaur chase that featured a T-Rex reaching out to grab you in the foreground. A school of dolphins seemingly leaping out of the pixelated water and into your living room. The payoff always worth the effort.

As I to process the actions of Donald Trump and this den of corruption I feel like I’m back in high school staring at one of those pictures. I concentrate on all that’s been done these past 18 months and bits of the real picture, the hidden agenda, slowly comes into focus.

Look to the right. A bunch of middle aged smirking white men seem to be looking away from the rest of the picture. They shake hands and pat each other’s backs in a sense of accomplishment. A few appear to have their heads buried in the sand and others have their arms raised upright in a rapturous pose.

Behind them you make out the dreams of the GOP establishment coming into focus. Billboards line a pot holed highway. One marks the end of entitlements and social programs. “Say goodbye to your healthcare, food stamps, social security, and public benefits but hello to your temporary $200 tax cut,” it reads. Through a thick smog you make out the words of the next, “Regulations! We don’t need no stinkin regulations!” it says. “Toll Brother’s Toll booth ahead – $40” reads the last.

Is that Jesus moving into the forefront? A tear falling from his eye as he stands triumphantly in his Jerusalem throne. His foot resting on the throats of Muslims, Hindus, and a host of other non-believers as he takes in his kingdom.

Now close your right eye. Off to the left! Is that a shirtless Russian man riding on a horse? Standing in his shadow a seemingly endless line of workers doing hard labor. Rolling oil barrels directly into the Kremlin. Working with heavy machinery a pile of weapons of mass destruction amassed in the forefront. Ordinary looking people laying steel pipeline and rail. A massive red army on the march westward.

Open both eyes again and all you see is buckets of money falling from the sky like rain. Gold, silver and jewels piling up on the ground. International currencies from around the globe floating into focus. Shekls, rubles, dollars, euros, pounds, yens, even whatever they use in China all accounted for.

The middle part of the picture is the hardest to make out. Your eyes consistently distracted by the cheetoh orange swirls at the center of it all. The details that do emerge so horrible one must look away in horror from time to time. Military choppers fly through the sky. Major US cities lined with national guard as skyscrapers burn. Armed sentries sit in surveillance towers standing watch over the whole of America. Our borders encased in a wall of barb wire and chain linked fence give off the appearance of a giant prison yard.

Other random visions appear so quickly you are barely able to make sense of them. Is that a throng of young protestors with their hands cuffed behind their backs? Many appear bloodied, their placards and signs of dissent scattered and trampled in the streets. Others look defeated. A single marijuana joint hangs from their lips as they are loaded into a paddy wagon. A line of police cars queues up outside the overflowing prison. Large ships packed stern to stern with disheveled and scared looking minorities and immigrants. Men in hoodies. Women in hijabs. The Statue of Liberty a small dot in the distant horizon as the boats move further away from America’s shores.

You look away blinking back tears. Your concentration broken. What the hell does it all mean? All these disjointed images that flood your brain. You realize you have a choice. Start anew and try to make sense of it all. Recross those eyes and keep staring until the entirety of the big picture reveals itself, or walk away. Grow apathetic with the hope that someone else comes along who is able to see it for themselves. An independent arbiter so to speak who may or may not tell you what it is that’s really there.

For me the choice is clear. There is no option but to refocus and keep looking until it all makes sense. The entire picture emerges. I’ve invested too much to choose otherwise and walk away now. No, much like I did in high school I’ll keep searching for that final payoff.

There’s another funny thing about those pictures that motivates me to keep me looking. Sure you initially spend hours staring and talking about them, but once you figure them out and you “see it,” you quickly lose interest in them. Pretty soon after that they get taken off the walls. Relegated to the far reaches of the garage or attic, frame cracked, forgotten.

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Checks and Balances

The accumulation of all powers, legislative, executive, and judiciary, in the same hands, whether of one, a few, or many, and whether hereditary, self-appointed, or elective, may justly be pronounced the very definition of tyranny. – James Madison

Our founding fathers took exquisite care to ensure that power not be concentrated in the hands of any one man. Rather they created three separate, but equal, branches of government. A system where executive power is shared with both legislative and judicial to form a single representative democracy.

Donald Trump is far from an original. In fact his type goes back so far even our founding fathers were quite familiar with his story. That intricate system of checks and balances that came to be know as American democracy. It was designed with Deranged Donald in mind.

Crafted to prevent the authoritarian narcissist who took no real positions from assuming absolute power. Designed to restrain those who held no real values or morals. Aware of the danger a legacy offspring of the privileged 1%, one who was placed at the top without ever attempting to experience or understand the struggles of those on the bottom, could pose to freedoms. Cognizant of the need to safeguard against the charismatic leader who rose to power on the backs of slogan, propaganda and alternative fact. Chiefly architected to defend democracy against the tyrannical figure; the one motivated solely by money, power and adoration. The one willing to make any fake promise, cut any deal or betray any ally so long as it advanced their own self interests.

Our founding fathers came of age under such leaders. They studied them in their history of the French, Greeks, Egyptians, Romans and more. They cracked the code to deal with those who ruled through fear, intimidation and bravado. Those driven to squash dissent and opposition simply to protect their fragile ego and over compensate for their own small hands, I mean shortcomings. Our founders understood Donald Trump and swore to create a new system of governance to prevent such monarchs from ever succeeding in unilaterally controlling America’s shores again.

Everything we need to defeat Trump is at our fingertips. Provided for in the very system This merry bannon of deplorables hope to destroy. The foundation exists but it is up to the American people to apply its mechanisms. Insist those checks and balances are functioning properly. Complacency is not an option. We must prioritize action. Hold any and all to account who fail to do their job as an independent branch. Who fail to check and investigate our executive with the zealous extreme vetting appropriate for those who pose a clear and present danger to our national security interests.

Americans across both sides of the political spectrum have known for years that our Congress ceased functioning as an independent safeguard many years prior to our Comrade in Chief coming along. That through gerrymandering and voter suppression our representatives had brazenly prioritized party over people. If we truly want to make America great again it starts there. It’s time that our representatives stop being corporate shills and party whores and actually represent.

It’s no longer enough to simply voice your displeasure. We must insist on results. Make clear that those who continue to appease this snake will be considered complicit in his crimes. We need to limit further damage and potential infiltration of those who don’t have Americans best interest in mind. Insist that the Senate refuse to consider any future Trump nominations, Judicial appointees included, until we determine through complete and independent investigation that Donald Trump was truly hired by and working for the American people.

Soon after taking office as Trump’s Chief Advisor Steve Bannon stood before the Cons, Pricks and so-called Christians conference (CPAC) to boast that they intentionally nominate incompetents. Individuals chosen specifically to drive their respective agencies into extinction. We must not allow that to continue. In particular we must safeguard the independence of our judiciary. Our last bastion of independence. Our fiercest defender of liberty.

Protest. Make noise. Write. Call. Petition. Donate. Run for office. Vote. Show up to town halls to demand transparency. Make clear that those who choose to appease these snakes that slither through the halls of the White House will be considered complicit in his crimes.

If your Senator refuses your calls, ducks your town halls, or ignores your pleas and continues to confirm these unqualified yahoos. If they go on supporting this administration’s illegal orders unchallenged and refuse to investigate the thousands of red flags surrounding this merry bannon of deplorables. Then I encourage you to lend your voice to the resistance. Change your party affiliation to that of the opposition party or declare yourself an independent. I don’t care how you do it but get your message across. Until proven legitimate, anybody who supports this President must come to know they are not safe in their job.

Whatever color your district, if you oppose what this administration represents, know that you are in the majority. Read up on the words of our founders. They foresaw this too. We, the people, were envisioned as the final frontier. The ultimate check to prevent the rise of despotism. Take solace in their words and foresight. We’ve been here before.

Trump Poetry

I’ll run into a schoolyard as the bullets fly by

I’ll march right into Moscow to stare Putin in the eye

I’m braver and tougher than Obama you see

If not for my bone spurs I’d serve in the military

So don’t question my courage or think me afraid

My taxes are under audit, but trust me I’m self made

And it’s not that I’m guilty it’s just a personal affront

To sit down with Bob Mueller and legitimize this witch hunt

Cause one thing is for certain I could never conspire

For no one dare work with such a notorious liar

So those saying I’m hiding give me a bad rap

It’s just being sworn to the truth is an impeachment trap

http://amp.dailycaller.com/2018/05/27/rudy-giuliani-robert-mueller-interview-a-trap/

The Pathway to Perdition

The pathway to perdition is paved in ignorance. They say there are only seven original stories in the world. If you read enough, and pay attention to life, you can actually begin to see them unfold in realtime. You grow able to predict what the author of that real life story is going to do next. Which story they seek to recreate in their own life.

Donald Trump is far from an original. In fact we’re all familiar with this story he’s writing. For many of us it’s our favorite movie, book or television show. We’ve seen it unfold countless times, albeit in differing variations.

The agents of fear and oppression rise up, usually in the form of a privileged older male pseudo populist whose good fortune depends on preserving the status quo. He uses fear and oppression as his primary tools. His speech comprised of thinly veiled dog whistles that call upon the deplorables of society to rise up. His policies implicitly condone the dirty work and agenda of those who once sat on the fringe of society.

His nationalistic rhetoric encourages them to sow discord; to intimidate others to get on board. to bully, peer pressure, threaten and blackmail similar patriots and relatives who may agree with the message but be resistant to the harsh methods. Over time they too will join the cause or face excommunication from the party. Those branded race or party traitors to be forever blacklisted and cast out.

As he consolidates power the narcissist grows. He begins to divide traditional alliances through rumor, false promises and chaos. He discredits opponents with lies, misinformation and alternative facts.

As the story progresses the emerging authoritarian begins to act more erratic. The threat of a “deep state”, and traditional checks and balances begin to weigh heavy on he who chases the crown.

As the opposition grows and coalesces, the motive of the dictatorial villain grows more transparent. The desire for ultimate power drive increasingly brutal and more brazen tactics. Dissent must be suppressed! Foreign enemies abound! A caravan of rapists and criminals approach unchecked! Now is not the time for #resistance!

Midway through the story a cataclysmic event occurs. The stuff of nightmares. A society’s worst fears realized. Freedoms must be restrained as a new threat rises. At this point resistance is futile. The takeover complete.

That’s the story Trump and his caravan of the corrupt are trying to write. The appointment of Whitaker. The war on the press and needless taunts of our closest allies. It’s clear that we’re already very close to that midway point.

There’s another version of this story though. The one written about the protagonist. A story of hope, freedom and perseverance. How love saves the day. A last minute miracle. A heroic act that thwarts catastrophy and exposes the naked emperor, unmasks the fraud.

In that story truth, justice and the “American” way win out. “We, the people,” can still write that story. Look around, look around. The resistance is real. We are the majority. We simply need that hero to step forward to lead us

Either way; the good news is the story always ends the same way. Love, empathy, sacrifice and acceptance win the day. A new hope emerges in the blooms of renewed unity and tolerance. The villain is denounced and rejected. Grows to be nothing more than a cautionary tale in history’s annals.

I’ve read this book a thousand times. Societies advance, grow more civil and tolerant.

The question is not if freedom wins. It’s how long and at what cost it will take for her to do so. Progress knows but one direction #Forward