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Today's March Over the Brooklyn Bridge
Trump and the Legend of El Dorado
John Burl Smith
Two weeks ago at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) debut of Donald Trump’s new” Republican Party in Orlando, many Americans, though amazed, witnessed what Trump’s brand of politics means for America. Before a word or cameras rolled its main stage became the star of the show. Designed like an Odal Rune, the insignia of Adolf Hitler’s infamous SS, prompted over 100,000 tweeters to light up cyber space like the Las Vegas strip, decrying the N**i symbolism.
Promptly, both the Hyatt Regency Orlando and CPAC adamantly denied the stage was designed to resemble the N**i symbol, yet Hyatt defended its client’s right to use any design they chose, even if it represents racist groups like N**i Fascist. Clearly the stage resembled an Odal Rune, with diamond shaped extensions, which many tweeters said they remembered that sign from Charlotteville in 2017. Just the same, a parade of GOP lawmakers lined up, like Germans supporting De Führer, pledging fidelity to Donald Trump, the GOP’s load and savior. Led by Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, flanked by wing man Kevin McCarthy, a gaggle of Paul Gosar, Ann Wagner, Madison Cawthorn, Tom Cotton and Ted Cruz resembled tail gunners waiting in ambush for Democrats.
Amazingly, the talk of the roast or picnic (the original meaning of the term pick-a-nig**r) was a six-foot-golden statue of Donald Trump, which was wheeled around the hotel so Republicans could supplicate themselves as it passed. Again, tweeter feeders went after the “golden Donald,” like dive bombers in “machine gun alley” hunting convoys. However, the less prosaic, simply compared the situation to the “Idol worshipers” of the golden calf while Moses was on Mount Sinai receiving the Ten Commandments. On the other hand, I see a less Biblical and a far greedier symbolic obloquy to the Legend of “El Dorado.”
“El Dorado” according to the Spanish legend began with “El Hombre Dorado,” “The Golden Man” or “El Rey Dorado,” “The Golden King,” both terms describe a mythical chief (Zipa) of Colombia’s Muisca tribe. Zipa, for his initiation ritual, covered himself with gold dust and submerged himself in Lake Guatavita. The El Dorado legend evolved from a man to a city, onto a kingdom, and then an empire. For me this is more of a Donald Trumpian vision, one based entirely on wealth, power and mysticism, which explains why so many greedy Republicans grovel and kiss Trump’s feet to avoid his dog house.
The people we are really talking about are individuals that are crawling through slime and over each other to please a grifter, hoping to become the President of the United States of America. Just think about that for a moment. Then ask yourself are any of these “Neanderthal” thinking individuals resemble anyone you want to influence your children? That is the question Americans must answer when thinking of voting for their next Congressmen, Senator and President. That individual will create the world your children will have and you must ask yourself, will it be better than what we have today or worse?
I look at my Grandchildren and great-granddaughter, while thinking of the world of sharecropping. My Mother and father escaped it in 1946 and I remember the political voter suppression back then and compare it to what Republicans are doing today. Then I say unequivocally, we are not going back. Progressives took the biggest and best shot Republicans had in 2020 and lost because we have the numbers and they know it now. Their problem is the 18 to 30 demographic; they are the largest voting block and it is growing. High school seniors and other first time voters became the key in Georgia. Showing up at the polls, they were numbers Republicans had not figured on in their victory scenario, which became the bases of their “election fraud stolen election claim.” Street organizers knew the votes had always been there, but getting them to turnout was the challenge. The 18 to 30 demographic, because of their politics, Republicans cannot attract, so they have opted to try and suppress it.
The Democratic Party must answer with and all out push to register high school seniors across America. They will make Democrats competitive in districts Republicans presently control. These young people major issues are jobs and access to college. Young people coming out of high school and even drop outs cannot get fast food jobs any longer, because the elderly have taken those jobs to meet work requirements. A youth jobs program will give many families with only one breadwinner another check. Such families in low income neighborhoods and Indigenous communities will feel an immediate impact from voting. These communities will stand in line, pack lunches and bring water, folding chairs or whatever to vote in order to change the lives of their children.
The Democratic Party must organize a senior high school voting program organized by Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and other members of the progressive caucus and fully fund the effort to make it a nationwide effort starting in 2021 in order to have it fully rolled out by 2022. Democrats must not allow Republicans to trick them into playing their fear game, like voting is a zero sum game. Republicans are limited because their base depends on the elderly voting population. Progressive has the unlimited potential of 18 to 30 demographic to draw on. While at the same time, young people must be made to feel they have a place at the table and will not be just voters, but real partners in this enterprise of democracy.
The choice for Americans is Republicans golden “Trump El Dorado” vision or Democrats fight to drive COVID-19 from our shores, “Build back Better” with infrastructure and Green New Deal jobs, reduction in student debt, closing the wealth gap and equity and justice from law enforcement. All of this will require redirecting funds from tax cuts and blotted police budgets to a new vision of a community where black, red, brown, yellow and LGBTQ citizens share equally in the promise and prosperity of America!!!!
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All American women are very similar - each is unique!
(Results of a joking tasting of women driving on the eve of March 8)
The ideal woman "shines" from the inside. Sitting behind the wheel, she sees herself in four mirrors at once.
Clairvoyants claim that they see the entire chain of human birth from sunlight, clots of Space, reptiles, fish, animals ... "Human genealogy" can be seen on the faces of contemporaries ...
I personally tested this theory by looking (with a third eye) at women driving.
The first hundred "tested" looked like this: 20 - birds (eagles, turkeys, geese), 10 - animals (foxes, wolves), 10 - fish and frogs, 10 - snakes and reptiles, 10 - dogs and cats, 10 - monkeys , 10 - goats and sheep, 20 - heifers, mares, camels ... I suggest readers to make such "tastings" themselves. Results vary by city and country.
Unfortunately, there are no “pure” women in the world. Man is a unique combination of Chinese Yin-Yang, masculine and feminine. If a man is a cloud in his pants, then a woman is a pants for this cloud ...
Conclusion: all women in America are the same - each is unique! Happy holiday, dear friends!
Mikhail Aroshenko, poet, ladies taster, "+38 050 340 43 99,
[email protected],
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Excerpt from the prologue of 𝐷𝑜𝑔𝑠 - 𝐴 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝐺𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒:
John Hughes grew up in an era of innocence long perished from this earth, an era that seemed that all the worst was behind us and the best was yet to come. In the decorous boroughs of Brooklyn and Manhattan, New York, he attended nothing but the best Catholic schools, was a member of an iconic boys club, and earned the third-highest rank in Boy Scouts. He was well liked by his peers and the religious order. He was good looking and smart, adventurous but kind. Most importantly, he was deeply loved by his mother and seemed inseparable from his older brother, bonds that would never be broken—never. But as sometimes is the case, things changed for John, and not for the better. Sometime around or shortly after adulthood, which for many begins the pinnacle of their life, it was twilight for John and there would never be a lasting dawn. But the one thing that didn’t change was his love of animals, in fact that trait seems to have intensified. While probably the natural product of his now entrenched mental condition, it was, or so it seemed, to be very heartfelt. After many years of continuous hardship in Florida, he left there on a journey to start a new life. Living an impoverished existence, John’s life—and the lives of seven of his beloved dogs—ended tragically in the strangest of all places, a remote and unforgiving forest in Downeast Maine, a stark contrast to where life for him began 49 years, 7 months, and 3 days earlier.
Excerpt from the prologue of 𝐷𝑜𝑔𝑠 - 𝐴 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝐺𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒:
John Hughes grew up in an era of innocence long perished from this earth, an era that seemed that all the worst was behind us and the best was yet to come. In the decorous boroughs of Brooklyn and Manhattan, New York, he attended nothing but the best Catholic schools, was a member of an iconic boys club, and earned the third-highest rank in Boy Scouts. He was well liked by his peers and the religious order. He was good looking and smart, adventurous but kind. Most importantly, he was deeply loved by his mother and seemed inseparable from his older brother, bonds that would never be broken—never. But as sometimes is the case, things changed for John, and not for the better. Sometime around or shortly after adulthood, which for many begins the pinnacle of their life, it was twilight for John and there would never be a lasting dawn. But the one thing that didn’t change was his love of animals, in fact that trait seems to have intensified. While probably the natural product of his now entrenched mental condition, it was, or so it seemed, to be very heartfelt. After many years of continuous hardship in Florida, he left there on a journey to start a new life. Living an impoverished existence, John’s life—and the lives of seven of his beloved dogs—ended tragically in the strangest of all places, a remote and unforgiving forest in Downeast Maine, a stark contrast to where life for him began 49 years, 7 months, and 3 days earlier.
