Chunks and grains swirl round and round. They form a muddy mass. I keep my paddle churning them as I turn on the gas. As all the chunks and bits melt down, the volume now decreases. I watch the whole mess carefully. My vigilance increases. I see it all congealing—an oily inky sludge that after lengthy stirring finally turns to fudge! This horrid, bubbling, lumpy goo that appeared so pernicious, in the end turns into something creamy, rich, delicious.
In a recent conversation with a friend who is a scientist, water expert and inspector of water systems and industrial water waste, I learned the interesting fact that there is some hope regarding environmental issues, even in the wake of the Trump administration’s ridiculous easing of standards. He assured me that they’ve had little influence on the industrial systems he inspects as the large companies, first of all, are set up to conform to stricter standards and the restructuring of the system would be so costly that they are not about to alter things to meet new laws that will probably be changed back again anyway and which even they see the dangers of.
Hopefully, one thing that we will learn as a result of this ongoing disaster and embarrassment is that we need to alter the powers of the president, especially regarding his appointment of lifetime judges and his ability to administratively change standards that should be determined by congress or popular vote. The other changes that must be made are in the electoral college and lobbying rules. Perhaps the only good that will come out of this POTUS “calling trump” on us is that it will stir the pot and bring about much-needed change. The rules of our democracy did not take into account the possibility of the election of such an ignorant, childish and corrupt leader as Trump has proven to be.
“A black object is black because it’s absorbing all the light; it’s not reflecting any color.”
Black as His Soul
Black as the soul of POTUS, dark as Beelzebub. As sable as the darkest night, tarred as an axle hub. It does not serve you well, my dear, to fall in love with black. It draws your whole light into it and gives you nothing back. Black will draw and quarter you, stretch you on the rack. It is the shade of Mack the Knife, a ripper known as Jack. There’s no good connotation for this tone of night. You simply cannot find one—try howe’er you might. Black robs you of your light and keeps it as its own. It is a cruel jailer, sitting on its thrown. Who would guess so many could be so misguided as to elect a president who is so ill-betided? What an ugly irony that he who decries colored skin should have a soul whose pigment takes all color in.
No matter how you’re drawn to it, please take a different tack,
for no matter what you do, black doesn’t love you back.
I would pay a pretty tuppence to see his highness get his comeuppance. His smug assurance, his galling preening. He’s like a babe in need of weaning, sucking at the teat of fame. What other mortal needs his name written on towers around the world? He’s Ozymandius, stone lip curled in cruel splendor, sure in his power reasserted on every tower. But remember, as he counts each coup, how all the mighty have fallen, too. False knights wear armor prone to tarnish. His Midas touch will lose its varnish. We’ll laud the day when he’ll be dumped— That day when he’ll be over-trumped!
There’s spiked interest in forgiving. It’s become the newest fad. Sis forgave her boyfriend and my mom’s forgiven Dad. Isis forgave the infidels and Christians forgave arabs. Egypt forgave England for absconding with their scarabs. Now the Nepalese love China, they called them on the phone and China made a promise to leave Everest alone. Ukraine made up with Russia. Mongols gave up declining to give any permits for the Chinese to keep mining. The world would be so perfect, given all of these befriendings; but sadly, only fairytales have these happy endings.
Can’t you see it, my fine sir? Your life is one long racial slur, combined with the disdain you feel for a fine calf in a high heel. You rail and sputter, rage and roar until your scorn becomes a bore. A petulant and spoiled child, you bring out what is dark and wild in those you seek to represent, ’til all of us are madness bent.
Others seek to stem the tide. They match your vain despotic pride with reason, kindness, calls for peace. On their calm waters, you float like grease. How can our country have sunk this low? We’re pulled out by your undertow. We struggle here, in sight of land where calm and justice have been banned.
You are the antithesis to reason. Charged with infamy and treason, you simply hold a mirror to the truth and say it isn’t you! Slinging charges wild and truthless, you show your nature: vain and ruthless. You pollute our rivers, offend our friends. The harm you do just never ends.
The principles of our constitution cry out for their restitution. These shores that welcomed your family call out for equality. Those rights women have fairly won are not yet ready to be done. WE THE PEOPLE seek to be heard. We’re tired of actions we find absurd.
In place of your outrageous gall, we seek your silence once and for all!