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It's the time of year when miracles are happening right before our very eyes. If you turn on the television over the weekends, you can bear witness to a 98 year old nun's prayers doing the best they can to push a team to the brink of a championship in the NCAA Basketball tournament. Then there is the madness that is running wild through the halls of the White House where our stable genius wears no clothes and is the healthiest President ever to inhabit the Oval Office. He's like a Greek God and we should almost feel guilty that we haven't thrown some hedonistic celebration in his honor.
It is there, in the Oval Office where he sits like a naked cornered animal; the Cheeto in Chief lashing out at all of the fake news, Witch Hunts and former porn stars and playmates that have taken, refused and then given back his dirty money. Meanwhile, the sycophantic trolls of his inner circle keep revolving and the stench that continues to emanate from D.C is equally revolting due to the GOP's complicity in the matter.
It is within this chaotic sea-change atmosphere that Red lines have been drawn with crayons during his daily briefings that interrupt his Fox News viewing, thus delaying his next cabinet appointment. It is in these routine annoyances that the attention span of a five year old that holds the keys to the kingdom is a Brothers Grimm fairy tale gone insane. With the appointment of his favorite walrus on television and former Ambassador to the United Nations, John Bolton, as his new National Security Advisor that rumors of war with Iran and North Korea lingers like the smoke coming from his ears as Robert Mueller tightens the noose of truth and decency around his bulging neck. All the while, the winds of discontent blow his toupee as he seethes to the fact that not one of his lovers will ever have been quite like his beautiful daughter.
|"I am a Walrus, a war mongering Walrus."|
Climate Change continues to be denied, the national parks continue to be raped and pillaged and Nor'easters in record numbers mess up travel plans.
Tariffs are imposed on the rising challenger of China and the world's economy convulses on a daily basis. Cryptocurrencies are no longer the stuff of fan-boys but now a version of petro-dollars from the destabilized country of Venezuela. Oh, how we long for the consistent days of Hugo Chavez and a President we once thought incompetent. Those were the days.
Syria continues to suffer at the hands of their despot and for seven years the world has done nothing to answer for his brutality because Russia holds sway over the destruction, and somebody needs to congratulate Vladimir on a job well done. It is clear that the United Nations can only do so much, and for that we say "Thank you for the land Rockefeller family," because in the end, it is turning out to be only that, land.
|And the Children will lead us.|
However, there is the glimmer of a brighter future out on the horizon, despite the horrible news, Spring has finally sprung and the birds are singing. There is a truth that greener pastures lie ahead and we can finally get outdoors on a regular basis without dancing around puddles and walking through slush. If we pay attention, then we are learning; if we can take something from the teenagers from Parkland and place our shoulders to the wheel, we can make a change for the better. We can live up to our creed, but we're going to need to work together and live the ideals of Christianity, Judaism and Islam. Because religion isn't the problem, in the end, it's the religious that don't practice it.
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