By embracing the example of men and women like Lincoln, Eleanor Roosevelt, Martin Luther King Jr and, The Squad, we can begin again the journey to put away childish things - replacing them with an evolution in wisdom: Equal Means Equal, defining our Exceptionalism with, one person, one vote .
In 2020, however, unlike Jacob, we struggle because of, our better angels, to again learn the transitional path from Divided We Fall to, United We Stand.
Possibly, extreme Right-Wing extremists, with and without uniting The Right, whether Tiki Torch bearers chanting, Jews will not replace us, or not, just can't let go of what should never have been.
Maybe more than Trump Family's Charity, University and GOP was morally bankrupt before taking America's Homeland Security, working class stability and electoral faith in voting machines, on an infamous descending escalator to self-mutilation.
Safer isn't American elections steeped in the neglect of non-voters, the vampire drool of Red Mapping and Gerrymandered clots weaning us off the ascension of democracy.
Reminiscent of 1776 Loyalists - even before Trump's election, there was more rotten in the state of the United States than rancid Rubles routinely rippling through our rifling NRA to lock and load the tapestry of treachery.
Maybe it's time we temper our gullibility to believing our American Dream was felled only by a carnival barker, because it is the unseen conniving puppeteers who sacrifice our youth as cannon fodder, on the altar of perpetual war.
The Trump Administration, and its minions, prove 1930s European history is auditioning in America. It takes comparatively few, charmed by the silver togue of all that glitters, to exchange our freedom of thought into being superficial subservient consumers with short memories. Thus Branded, we increasingly follow the bigoted, brainless and brainwashed, disciplined by Too Big to Jail Corporatism.
Without the annual recycling of media manipulating, joy to the world into a trivialized perfunctory sense of calculated yearend loss, haven't we planted in depth roots of love and loss, every day? If not, then we've been programmed for so long, in so many ways, we can't even grieve outside the box.
Why not celebrate the lives we most admire by emulating them while they live, and after they depart, celebrate their praiseworthy paths by forging ahead contributing our talents, rather than crying on cue each time another TV-news program tries to out-do the other with the same monologue.
Perhaps our headline seeking 45th POTUS believes he can choose who cannot enter America because of our 34th, following in lockstep extension of the not so silent on Eugenics president made America, a safer place with, Operation Wetback.
It's time to thank Donald Trump with an exit visa, for teaching us, with men like him and his enablers, We the People can now see what we've wrought on the righteous forsaken and their children begging for bread from ICE internment camp cages fulfilling Stephen Miller's America Dream.
How about we cast off the dust of 2019 deceptions from our feet, and kick up our heels for a new Reach for the Stars truth, knowing in every life and nation comes the moment to decide - never out of convenience born, but rather dredged up from character neglect - deliberately creating an abyss of escalating animosity between honesty and perjury jousting all between good intensions and evil's disinformation.
Understandably, our courage can be more akin to the inconstant moon than transformative filmic superheroes. However, if we love children and confront Climate Change's cunningly crafted cons, dealers in factory farm bacteria and marketers of inequity, then be of good cheer every time you make a liberating impact on the lives of people marooned by the government we elect.
For one brief shining moment, I was my hero, Zorro, galloping on horseback to save a friend's fourteen-year-old asthmatic daughter from falling off a runaway.
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