Saturday, June 2, 2018

The Killing Silence

I hear it in the idle chatter of nostalgic old men.
And the rasp of a full bird colonel who says,
“They're all terrorists. It's either us or them.”
He sets a chiseled gaze at the camera, clears his throat, and then...
I'll be God damned if I split my budget with those goldbricking old men!

I hear it in the announcer’s voice who laments,
“It’s a slaughter... down by seventeen runs!
Our Cubbies aren’t coming back from this one.
Unless they pull out the big guns.”

I hear it in the lies of the shopping network pitch
“This is real Tasmanian chocolate brown crystal shit.
Thousands above what anyone sane would pay for it,
and it’s a ring pop so you can all suck it. Back in a bit.”

I hear it in the bake sales, and fall fashion lines, and
every mass shooting survivor who cries,
“Give up your guns. Guns took my best friends lives!”
Cut to the studio anchor wiping her misty eyes
“The whole nation is mourning and paralyzed.”

I hear it in the sermon of the Pastor who speaks on the
Sanctity of American lives, Brits, and Canadians, too,
Because God loves those guys. Praise God! Thank God!
Open your Bibles to Genesis, Verse 12 in Chapter 25.

Now, these are the generations of Ishmael, Abraham's son,
whom Hagar the Egyptian, Sarah's handmaid, bare unto Abraham:
And these are the names of the sons of Ishmael, by their names,
according to their generations: the firstborn of Ishmael, Nebajoth;
and Kedar, and Adbeel...
[Fades to silence]

Half a world away a bombardier has Ishmael’s DNA
in his sights. Thank God! Praise God! We got those guys!
The secondary must have been a mile high.
I saw a head through the window fly by. High fives!

I hear it in the certain voices of petty crusaders as they externally moralize
and internally self-aggrandize. Saved a soul while a family dies. An acceptable price.
Pass the ammunition and Praise Jesus Christ! Praise Jesus Christ!
Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that nice?
The killing silence where we demonize, commit homicide, and cannibalize.

When you stand before the Throne, what will you say?
I tell you the truth, you will rue that day.
I tell you the truth, that you might understand.
The Stain of Cain is the blood on your hands.

Remaining silent is a guilty man’s Right.
Take the Fifth its a value equal to the
real Tasmanian chocolate brown shit.

Friday, May 18, 2018

On Fidelity...

With all the recent news about Stormy Daniels and the Monica Lewinsky scandal during the Clinton administration of years past, it begs the question,

 "Is martial infidelity a big deal for the President of the United States of America?"

Oddly, it only seems to matter to opposition parties. If there is a seated Democratic President, then Republicans become the voice of public morality. However, if the Republicans hold the White House, the Democrats take up the role of self-righteous pontificators. So, does it really matter to the American people or is monogamy just a tool of partisan politics?

Here is my take on the Presidential monogamy matter: If the woman who he took an oath before God to be loyal to cannot trust him, then how can we trust him in his Oath of Office?

It is just that simple.

It is just that fundamental.

It is just that critical.

Monday, May 7, 2018

Servants of our Conscience

As a Free People, we have the God given Right to speak our minds. God gives this Right to every human being, whether our words demonstrate our ignorance or enlightenment, our love or hatred, or our thoughtfulness or rash behavior makes no difference. We all have the Right to voice our opinions. All have a Right to be heard.

We have a responsibility to be Servants of our own Conscience and the duty to ignore the pack of ravening wolves who would  silence us with their howls of indignation and  offense.