In November 1859, the Origin of Species was published and humankind's eternal fight over who or what owns eternity erupted into our evolutionary crevasse between church and state. At its extremes, demanding we choose between cross and cleavage, ultimately banning the eternal truth we are.
Through Crusades, Civil, hot & Cold war dead, denial was ensconced in western civilization. Nonetheless, there is one thing we can do about betrayals like, Nixon, Government is the Problem and forever oil wars: not replace them with serial presidential treason, corporate lies and water wars.
How many mega tornadoes, gut-wrenching earthquakes or super hurricanes do we need to uncloud national vision and unclog individual hearing? How often must California -- its natural beauty, family homes and American citizens burn to death before we acknowledge we've ignored our way into America's age of consequences -- as it follows through on, Eat, Drink and Be Merry -- for tomorrow was never guaranteed.
Strolling solo through the narrow streets in the tiny farming village of Hallenberg Germany -- sometime between Nixon's Watergate and Reagan's Trickle Down, both paving the way for a trumped land -- a charming farmer lady invited me in. This living history echoed Jimmy Stewart's Shenandoah, only the undertakers are a winnin' it (war) -- explaining farmers had been the only hope to save starving WWII German soldiers walking back to a lost homecoming.
But what if the farms and farmers aren't there, as we blithely allow ourselves to disengage from the reality that, moneyed power pawns us off in wars for water they've fracked, air we've polluted and food, factory farms spoil.
America, in the residue of Bush/Cheney, can we envision refilling our half-full glass after emptying Trump/Pence?
Choosing to emulate violent rioters in the streets of Paris angry over fuel prices, will prove we've learned nothing from, The Day After characters playing, breaking news updates, as background noise, the days before.
When I was in college, from my 9/25 birthday through Thanksgiving, to Christmas and New Year's was one big celebration with friends, Opera, Theatre and idyllic romance. In this 21st century, the rush to shop, to ignore flashing red lights on school buses and to judgment, our fate awaits just beyond our resilience to recapture our humane essence with our misplaced humanity.
In 2007, I suggested my wife and I marry on Thanksgiving Day, guaranteeing I'd never forget our anniversary -- not realizing, that year, the transient holiday had navigated to November 22nd.
She loved the idea, and for ten years celebrated both Thanksgiving Day and November 22 anniversaries -- until 2018, when, once again, murder wedded Thanksgiving anti-Native-Americans with Dallas infamy.
23 November 2018, politicizing, Nature Bats Last, Politico reported, Federal scientists warned in a new report Friday that changes in the climate will disrupt the economies of every region in the country in the coming years -- but, ignoring lessons of, Black Tuesday, it didn't put a Bitcoin dent in our worship of, Black Friday.
Interviewing Conservation Biologist Guy McPherson, PhD, in 2016, 2017 & 2018, abruptly splashed the cold water dilemma of global Climate vs. America's convenience addition to over consumerism -- in my face the facts.
Embracing Revelation as an invitation to value loving peace on earth, we'll naturally cherish all life upon it -- whether for fifty years or the twinkling of momentary enlightenment -- because tears, regrets or looking back for what ifs, misuses what's precious.
Better our lives, whatever their duration, prove Trump/Pence administration and its critical additional offense against life on earth, is not the final definition of American character -- looming forever in the eternal debrief for - whatever forever may be.
Whether a nation that gases women and children seeking their American Dream, a people living the Gospel of Wealth, or perhaps even souls welcoming a new brief shining moment -- passionately pursuing a life of excellence -- it's on us.
