Playing humane chords of global awareness on instruments of hope, captures life's harmony for humanity's definite major purpose. Our exceptional mission is not to harm or ridicule, but to share a life worth living -- something the dark foundation of fear, anger, jealousy and hate can't phantom.
Abrupt Climate Change is upon us, and we deserve better than Goldman Sachs and Gary Cohn's, only morons pay the estate tax. We deserve the wisdom discovered in a near death experience -- for anything less, is succumbing to the denial of me first isolationism -- So let's call out Scott Pruitt.
Though costumed on the Congressional set of Lincoln -- Sally, as the 16th president's wife, in the balcony, and I, fighting for Connecticut on the floor below -- it wasn't until after the Richmond premiere, that Sally saw me without my Guilfoyle wig and beard.
During the revelry before tired and wired released triumph to farewell hugs and kisses, Sally recognized my voice -- sans beard and wig -- just an instant before my wife, camera in hand, requested our photo. Sally silenced my protestations with, oh be quiet, can't you see how proud she is of you -- thus our duo was forever digitally cast.
Now, with overwhelming photographic proof that Climate Change has gone too far for us to catch it, the Emergency Management Reform Act directing DHS assistance, may be too late for FEMA to deploy volunteer personnel from Federal Executive Agencies -- as a Surge Capacity Force where needed.
If empire building, Guantanamo, border wall propaganda, endless wars and, at an estimated annual cost of $156. Billion - maintaining approximately 800 U. S. Military Bases around the world - weren't prioritized over funding School Breakfast and after school programs, the EPA, NEA, saving wheat production (which plummeted by 50% in 2016 due to abrupt weather changes) -- FEMA might not need to redirect North Carolina Matthew relief to Harvey & Irma aftermath.
It may be too late to save our great-grandchildren from a planet reeling from serial rapists, but at least we could improve the quality of life for the remaining quantity.
There is no profit in being intimidated by K Street supremacists or defined by Wall Street towers. How we venerate all life, nurture the new, encourage the young, accompany the elderly and value the excellence of love thy neighbor as thyself is our remuneration.
Years before Steven Spielberg's September 22, 1862 Richmond, I had met Sally Field's TV co-star on a NYC loading dock for RMS Queen Elizabeth II. Only in my recent panicked search to discover the truth about the hoax concerning Sally did I discover we both knew, and loved, Madeleine Sherwood. Sally for years, and I, for an Atlantic crossing.
Two pacers w aiting to board for Southhampton, I became convinced each time our paths crossed, Madeleine was the mother of Tennessee Williams' no neck monsters in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
She approached, you keep smiling at me, do I know you? No, I explained, but I know who you are. She laughed, o h, I thought you were someone I'd worked with but didn't recognize; it's so embarrassing when that happens.
Two solos, now duet, crossing the pond -- early morning deck walks, always on her good ear side, and her accompaniment at the QE-2's Sadie Hawkins dance.
On 9/11/17, in my rebroadcast of The Age of Consequences, Sophie Robinson reminded, "while we can't yet imagine what can be done to save us from Abrupt Climate Change, every potential calamity faced by humankind, was faced not knowing how we would conquer it, until we did."
Now, discharge mendacity before aftermath, and cherish those who pass through our lives, not as ships in the night, but beacons of light.
(Article changed on September 20, 2017 at 14:55)