We are beating dead horses, and the reek of it is astounding, often enveloping the world. Six or seven weeks ago we voted. People won, and people lost. The losers were disappointed, but most went on their way, to pursue other endeavors or to prepare to run again for some other position. Or take a job, but whatever the choice was, most went on peacefully, accepting the voice of the people.
The people spoke loudly and clearly re the presidency. Trump was soundly defeated, too long in this happening, as he defeated himself over his term in office, yet we allowed him to remain there. But most frightening is the phenomenon of so many in high positions, supposedly sworn to defend the Constitution and the rights and needs of the citizens, continue to beat that dead horse. Insisting on ridiculous and actually mad suits, insisting against all proof that the votes, both popular and Electoral, went to Biden. The madman sits there and tweets. "too soon to give up...People are angry." Yes, people are angry - so very angry.
They are angry at the suborning of treason. They are angry at the behavior of the brainwashed and the unthinking. They are angry at the harm inflicted upon democracy, upon our foundation of the right to vote, to allow the voice of the people to be heard in an orderly, lawful manner. They are angry at the ruckus continuing, embarrassing us internationally, worrying thinking people all over the globe, encouraging rioting and fighting in the streets of America, at the growing divide among the population, at the loss of dignity as top officials of the country continue to beat that dead horse.
That dead horse stinks to the heavens. Its reek of decay and degeneration infest and infect all, near and far, creeping into every corner of this embattled country. The irony of it all is that the one causing this, the 'leader' doing this, the leader posing a danger to this country such as we have never seen before, the man who will not get off that dead horse - is the one man supposed to be the utmost protector of us all, of our laws, of our mandates. And yet - there he is, sweating away in his orange hair, actually hair losing its neatness - like his brain - determined to drag along with him, take along in his defeat, people who should know better.
These very same dangerous creatures are threatening to create a terrible mess in Congress on January 6. There, Mo Brooks, who belongs in a mental ward, and some unnamed Senator, possibly Ron Johnson, Rand Paul, or a similarly deluded dead horse beater, will challenge the Electoral votes in one way or another, thereby instituting the beginning of another dead horse beating but could that dead horse be America!!!
Compare yesterday's activities of two living Presidents. George W. Bush unveiled his Christmas card and a doozy it was. No dead horse there, but rather a living one, galloping in all its glory. Taking up painting upon his retirement (and there I share with him in the joy of new creative arts), the card was as follows: There was his painting of the Statue of Liberty, the Lady of the Harbor, that much maligned statue and its meaning over the past four years, along with gently pointed statements re freedom and light. Obama participated in a wonderful task, visiting children in hospitals, so hurtful, so sad, especially during this holiday season. And Trump? He raged and tweeted on. Inanely and insanely.
Like it or not, the Senators of the GOP are going to have to rummage around in their pants and find some missing items. They are going to have to put a rod through their wimpy spines, those very same spines they have lost over the years as Trump rode them like the dead horses they are copying. The excuse they make, that they are afraid of Trump's rage should they agree to a clear and evident truth - that Trump lost, Biden is #46 - ridiculous!! If they would stop investing him with power, he would be back to being the loser that he is and always was and will be.
In the meanwhile, there are herds of living horses that demand attention. There are many, many dark days ahead of us, even as we vaccinate some. The amount of doses are pathetically few, thousands more will die, the numbers of half a million are now being bruited about, the costs will be astronomical in so many ways, and yet, there goes that herd, unaddressed for so long, and still neglected by the GOP.
And there is another herd of galloping, charging live horses. The herd of the economic system, crashing under enormous pressure, threatening a Great Recession or even a Great Depression. Whatever term we give that herd, it will hurt. People are already losing homes and living space. People and families are going hungry, unprepared for the cold weather, unable to get their children to be educated, and the anger grows, the power of those hooves cause the earth to tremble and resound. And yet, there they sit, watching the dead horse for signs of life. Never do they understand nor state out loud their cowardice nor the truth of the whole mess. Never do they accept their role in allowing this man, in enabling this petty man, to achieve these heights and to become so dangerous to us all, citizens and country alike.
The earth continues to tremble as we hear the next herd, alive, and unfortunately well, representing the bigotry and prejudice that rips through this country. This prejudice goes back and forth and no prejudice is acceptable, not from White to Black, nor Black to White. Not Christian to Jew nor Jew to Moslem nor Moslem to a non Moslem. Prejudice is harmful, dangerous, inimical to progress and stimulates all the evil pieces of mankind, all the horses that should have been gone, acknowledged as dead, so log ago. We should not have to see yet another video of a naked, Black young woman, swatted in her own home as she slept, naked and handcuffed, and the police refused to acknowledge they were once again in the wrong home, tried to stifle the investigation, trying to hide the video of it - and yet - always - the truth will out. Why cannot we finish off that ugly herd of horses, once and for all. Our similarities far outweigh our differences, and our differences add spice to life. Why is that so difficult to understand.
Dead horses. Live horses. We need to recognize and distinguish and take to taming and bettering the situation quickly. And in the meanwhile at least get a shot of laughter at the thought and picture in the mind, of Trump, tossed out of the White House, refusing to live in New York which despises him, and now Mar A Lago and its neighbors are at odds, the neighbors reminding him of the agreement he signed that he could not live there as they allowed him to build his club. I laugh! I surely do! Perhaps someone knows of a warm subway grate or a bench in a park where he can lay his head. Maybe McConnell has a spare room or couch for Trump. They surely deserve each other. Ah, fate plays jokes on us all. Gallop! Gallop!
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