Remember the adage of closing and locking the barn doors -unfortunately too late to stop the wholesale stampede of all horses within? Well, remember it again, only this time think of the horses as the woes of another flight - that of the woes and ills which fled Pandora's box of Greek mythology. When the lid was closed, hastily, trapped within was the little bird of hope. It needed to be freed, to enable that tiny bit of hope, of redemption from our own foolish, thoughtless dangerous misdeeds.
So, our horses have fled. What have we left within that now locked barn? Is there any possibility of redemption? I wish, I hope, I pray, there is, but every day, ready to begin anew, I read of another barn door misadventure, more woes being unleashed upon us, more inadequate too late lockings and closings and a hopeless state of despair reigns again. Will we ever learn the proper sequences? That thin sliver of hope, that slight dot of rosy hue on the horizon seems to fade daily, almost hourly on some days.
But hark! Do you hear that strange, muted thundering of hooves? Cannot be. Ah! It is the pitter pattering of huge flocks of chickens and roosters come home to roost, breaking down the doors of that locked barn, filling it again, good and bad, but uh oh! Behind the chickens come the packs of predators, unable to deny themselves the feasts awaiting their predatory behavior. It seems our chickens have indeed come home to roost, allowing us to feed ourselves, to sustain ourselves as we rebuild our missing herds. However, along with the good, comes the bad, the sins coming home to roost, our mistakes, grievous errors, biting us back from whence they come. Always a consequence.
Do we learn a lesson for life, of life from these periodic stampedes? I guess not, for simply take a look around. Our cities have flooded, island nations are swamped, our forests burn, and drought and starvation await billions. Doom awaits on a permanent basis. So... we rebuild. Repeating the errors of yesterday, imposing them on the todays, and threatening the possibilities of tomorrows.
Repetition of the same errors, not paying attention to the causes, simply treating the results is an exercise in futility and yet here we go, all over again. A deadly deja vu as we ignore the reasons, the causes underlying these horrific Nature events, the havoc they wreak upon us. Rebuilding so the building of blocks can be battered, brought down yet again. Somehow, we never seem to see clearly through the resultant dust and debris and revert to the futile, deadly exercise of rebuilding upon the results of past errors, in fact, compounding those errors, with the definite doomed same results. A deadly Press Repeat button.
Our judgment is faulty. We have lost control of our moral steering wheel. Proof of the pudding? Simple as poof! Appearing before us is a piece of human trash known as Herschel Walker, the spouter of 'god' inspired venom, calling those who need and/or support choice, murderers, calling out the wrath of his manifestly false god down upon those who do not support him, threatening those who would defeat him at the polls, cursing their possible redemption -ever and for always. What trash! What garbage! What ominous signal of a future awaitng us if we do not wake up and smell not the coffee, but the rank odor of rot, of repression, of religious oppression, of death, stark, horrid, and cruel. We have been there before and are almost there again. Ask the experts who have now stated that "we are moving into dangerous territory", are facing a threat to the foundations of our democracy. As the midterms near, be nervous, my friends, be very nervous indeed.
As for the GOP, that wreck of a once noble party, well, it says, "Republicans stand with him" referring to Walker, a man whose own family is not voting for him. Yet there are the diminished members of MAGA GOP, the Trump infected, who will stand behind a human maggot, many of them, in order to gain power and control of the country, not better it, simply control it. People, wakeup. Smell the danger. Smell the fire and smoke, watch the ashes of a once proud America float through the air, piling upon the ashes of Jan.6.
People, lock those doors now!
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