We Aren’t Walking Away

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves. Abraham Lincoln

My feelings about Donald Trump are no secret. He is not a competent president, and each day since his election has brought some new concern. The latest is his all caps (so you know he’s yelling, I suppose) tweet to the president of Iran:

To Iranian President Rouhani: NEVER, EVER THREATEN THE UNITED STATES AGAIN OR YOU WILL SUFFER CONSEQUENCES THE LIKES OF WHICH FEW THROUGHOUT HISTORY HAVE EVER SUFFERED BEFORE. WE ARE NO LONGER A COUNTRY THAT WILL STAND FOR YOUR DEMENTED WORDS OF VIOLENCE & DEATH. BE CAUTIOUS!

What a guy, eh? It’s not enough that trump is in Putin’s back pocket, but now he’s threatening Iran with what appears to be nuclear retribution. Isn’t the way he plays with human lives just adorable?

When I responded to the tweet expressing my displeasure one of his minions suggested I read the “#WalkAway” testimonials, saying that soon I’d be the only one left supporting the Democratic Party.

Apparently no one had told this poor lady that #WalkAway is just one more attempt by Russian bots to weaken morale among progressives. Seriously, I don’t know any true progressive voters who believe this crap, but the fact that some on the conservative side do is telling.

Here’s an example of a #WalkAway meme.

And here’s the Shutterstock photo the man’s image came from:

Here’s another example:

And the Shutterstock photo:

For the record, true progressives aren’t walking away from the Democratic Party. Most of us aren’t for open borders or illegal immigration. We might have our differences, but trump isn’t seen by any of us as a palatable solution. We’ll fight back, we’ll resist, we’ll argue amongst ourselves, but we won’t walk away.

I like the hashtag started by a group of young people who are campaigning for common sense gun reform. It’s #WalkTogether. Now that’s something I can get behind. Or better, beside.

Peace, people.

The Greatest Speeches Never Heard

Martin Luther King

Winston Churchill

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Abraham Lincoln

Franklin Delano Roosevelt

These great men were known for their dynamic oratory. Their words were used to rouse their countrymen to fight or to urge them to find peace. There’s no doubt they each had a speechwriter, or even a team thereof, to help craft their words, but in the end their ability to inspire change came in equal parts from the written words and in their respective abilities to deliver them with the appropriate gravitas, fervor, and sincerity.

I would humbly submit to you that some of the world’s greatest speeches, though, have been delivered by me. My audience generally was sparse. Occasionally Natasha, the cat of my teenaged years, sat listening attentively to my various soliloquies. More often than not I implored or entertained, sometimes even thrilled, an audience made up of stuffed animals and Barbie dolls. They never exactly applauded my efforts, but I could see the approval gleaming in their eyes.

And my repertoire was immense. One day I’d speak on the importance of the civil rights movement, begging my audience to remember that we are all equal in the sight of God. Another day I’d offer the most heartfelt Oscar acceptance speech ever heard, sometimes bringing myself to tears. The orchestra never played me off stage.

Saving endangered species from extinction and conserving resources were hot topics. I educated my audiences on the importance of family planning, so concerned was I with the dangers of overpopulation. Everything was important. No subject was off limits.

There were very few times in my young life that I actually gave a speech in front of real people, and sadly, my oratory abilities didn’t carry over from my bedroom to the auditorium. In front of real live people I lost my nerve and generally spoke dispassionately and sometimes nonsensically.

As a candidate for our junior high student council I gave a lackluster speech whilst clinging desperately to the podium on the auditorium stage. I believe I barely spoke above a whisper as I promised to address the dress code if elected. Needless to say, I didn’t win. An eighth grade teacher did tell me I looked very professional in my white dress. “Not many people can wear that color,” she said. Heh.

I wanted to tell her, “Lady, I’ve got a lot of admirers.” They just happened to be stuffed or plastic.

As a teacher I guess I did finally get my live audiences. Occasionally those sweet elementary or middle school students seemed mesmerized by my impassioned lesson delivery. Or maybe they just needed to hear, “Yes, you will be tested over this!”

Peace, people.

A Lincoln Perspective

Vice-President elect Mike Pence had his precious little snowflake feelings hurt when he was booed while attending  a performance of the Broadway musical, HAMILTON, this past weekend.

What did the homophobic Pence expect? A standing ovation for advocating conversion therapy for gays? A ticker tape parade for denying the rights of gay couples?

Gosh, poor Pence was really treated disrespectfully. 

Collapse

The end of everything might’ve begun the day somebody told Donald Trump that he

Could be anything, even President, if he told enough lies and threw the right people

Under the right bus at the right time. He cowed his Republican opponents, one by bitter one.

Now, a tombstone engraved “R.I.P., G.O.P.” rises plaintively from a grave between 

Reason and insanity; a silent symbol of the demise of the once proud party of Lincoln.