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Precocious Liturgies

I’m going through my morning routine
still at least half asleep,
pondering what was I pondering?
while preparing morning meds
and showering my daughter,
helping her dress,
filling her snack pail
for her long school bus ride,
changing my son’s overnight diaper,
lotioning ashy skin,
tying shoe laces,
hers, mine, ours,
feet walking onto the bus,
hooking all four corners of her safety harness
and walking back toward our house
thinking
I’ve been up for an hour
and now I’m ready to begin my day.

What was that first hour?
Its quality of dream
heading toward future investments
in life as more full consciousness.
Consciousness of a different dream?
A different sense of identity?
A different quality of life fullness
in contrast to dreamy half-consciousness,
on back to less than half,
and then the alarm clock
too quickly buzzing louder
to interrupt
whatever it was that had felt so ponderous
pondering what I had been pondering
before I drifted back into sleep.

Self awareness,
self and sometimes also other consciousness,
has this liquid flowing quality
of investment in life
and disinvestment through dreaming,
loss of self-embodied awareness.

I wonder if life could feel richer
if cash followed this same investment in conscious flow preference
over disinvesting in interest paid for over-dreaming
together in WinLose (0)Sum assuming societies,
Eden economies of Paradise Lost,
Bodhisattva Warriors
tying each other’s shoes
as necessary co-investment
and physically possible
and ecologically optimal
to get to that part of our conscious warrior day
we can re-invest in deeper consciousness
loving together,
investing in our cooperatively-held healthy water,
and nurturing air for the grandkids
and the back yard chorus of birds
and their grandkids
to breathe,
and fire for cooking and heating, but not hating,
and retelling family and tribal recreation stories,
Earth’s continuing liturgical investments
in self with other nutritional flowing consciousness.

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The EgoTherapist Session

Have you been hearing voices again?

Still, yes.
No new ones, though,
since the Voice Against Death Investment.

So you’re still hearing from the Forest Voices
which are actually more of a rhythm and blues chorus
made up of 4-part harmonic Tree Voices
for HealthWealthy Root Systems.

Yes, that chorus forest
remains largely Yang dominant for me,
but the Yin still small sacred Voice Of and For EcoPolitical Ego/EcoMetric Harmonic-Crystal-Fractal Patriarchal/Matriarchal Balance string of capitalized
regenerating adjectives as adverbs
continues reweaving
through my wavering
Right recessive mind.

Yes, I recall from last session,
the forest chorus Yang
singing the sacred octaves for ecofeminist reforestry design,
using yin-squared
as equivalent with c-squared
and Eulerian prime relational function
as fractal bilateral RealTime consciousness.
That all comes blearishly back toward bicameral mind
from far too many past dream journal entries.
But, again,
are all these diverse voices still aware of each other?

Are you asking
am I polypathically (0)-Soul eco-conscious
that these Voices all share one dialectal
regenerative
health v pathology
full spectral WinWin and WinLose and LoseLose
MidWay PolyCultural Interpretation of History?

I might.
And I most certainly do mean to ask again,
Do all these Voices remain known among themselves
as yourself?

Yes, they know we are also one and the same Voice,
like integrity reversed through decompositional segregation,
antipathies watched throughout chronic separation,
active distrusts revisited
before and with imagined trusted facts
of alternative dipolar Voices
speaking both patriarchal and matriarchal balanced historic ecosystems
of TaoTime,
(0)-Sum WinWin.

Do you all speak with ego/eco-conscious harmonic integrity?
All intending polyculturally healthy EarthVoiced Outcomes?

Yes, I actively hope
that’s what we polypathically mean
together,
better than competitively and reductively apart.

Then you are each and all singing and dancing for reforesting Earth together?

Yes,
usually in 4/4 (0)-Soul bilateral octave colored time,
double-bind fractal torus sounds and resonant shapes
of reiterative rhythm
all our times robustly romantic together.
I mean,
for us,
me,
that’s all RealTime could become
completely together,
rather than falling apart.

You sound excited about this harmony,
in a sort of scary manic way.

Well
if manic turns to panic
I’ll get back to you.
Otherwise,
I think we’re done here.

But,
I thought we were just getting to what your Voices are actually saying.
It has taken us three years
just to give your Voices names
and understand which are older
and which newer,
and which louder and sometimes softer
and both,
and perhaps why they speak and squeak in diverse colors.

Now who’s getting excited?
But, yes, well that’s what all my Voices speak of,
LeftBrain newer YangDominant
with Elder RightBrain YinYin-squared
is equivalent to WinWin 4D SpaceTime
BiLateral EcoSystemic Theory
of Original Prime Relational
(0)-Soul Intent.

How do you sleep at night
with all that metric racket?

Oh, that’s easy.
The stars ring lullabies of light.

What about when its cloudy
or smoggy
or foggy
or just kind of boggy?

Starlight can still be overheard
through dualdark nights.

Of course,
apparently my RightBrain knew that,
or felt it
or went aptic about wu-wei waves
of bionic-ergodic reiterative communications,
positive Yang as also not(not Poly-MultiYin)
therapeutically paradigmatic.

I thought you were supposed to be
an ecotherapist.

I thought you were hoping to become
less of an egocentric smart-ass.

Oh great,
so now you’ve stooped to name-calling.
How much is that going to cost me?

It depends on whether you enjoy it or not.

Which is less?

I really should therapeutically charge more for abuse and neglect.

OK, then,
all my Forest Chorus enjoyed
this time invested,
which,
unfortunately,
we will never get back again
for better regenerative singing and dancing.

And drumming.
Didn’t you say you enjoy drumming?

Yes, and strumming
and humming.

So you’re good with the cooperative mings,
its just competing isms
your Chorus Forest has issues with?

Not sure.
We’ll have to (0)Sum
our 2020 ReVision Voices
on your ming and isms question.
Maybe next session?

Yes, let’s pick it up from there,
or here,
or wherever we are now and then.

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ZeroZen CoOperators

Mother Yin nurtures a domestic economy
which retains indigenous becoming within nature-spirit
nondual places

Yin,
a concaving womb
for as long as Earth’s collective memory
of light and dualdark
may recall.

Patriarch Yang’s convexly vertical strengths of hunting,
colonizing,
commodifying
segregating quantitatively deduced values,
are not a priori possible
without primacy
of nondual co-arising
bilaterally horizontal horizons
of yin’s dawn with dusk
dualdark matriarchal sacred MoonTimes.

0-Soul
WinWin
in each here and now moment
of living and dying
with focusing bicameral balance
on matriarchy’s polyculturing outcomes
easing patriarchy’s recent past
of monocultural ego-over-investments,
turning now toward cooperative re-investments in Mother Earth
from which human nature
RNA-derived
to DNA thrive.

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Death Sentences

Death leaves a sacred hole
where once lived a whole relationship
with both potential future
and a now more cherished past

Still seen
and heard
and smelled,
tasted and felt, sensed
and incensed
through an echoing hole of darkly bitter loss.

I would be a hypocrite
and a liar
if I were to condemn
our sons and their cherished friends
for cowardice
or craziness
for choosing to end their lives.

When government sanctioned taking of life
goes on and on and on
we call this the cost of just wars
or a death penalty
rather than a life forfeit.
Yet it is the living
who repay this price.

It could be more honest
to call these deliberate extractions
a death investment
and perpetual re-investment
of a culture not yet sure of how radically vulnerable
compassionate life could
and should
become.

Death investment repeated as long as politically expedient,
and also personally poignant
whether self or other inflicted
or something in-between.

I do not grieve his loss of future
but my own

For to grieve my own lost future,
all we might have yet become together,
is honest,
and holy

While to grieve his lost future
is to dishonor his choice
and his compulsion
to part ways
when life felt too dishonest
to bear another traumatic day.

To be born
before or after
or beside and aside one’s right-felt time
and nurturing place
is already loss of future
sent through messages past
as love grows too thin and faded
lust for life descends too jaded,
loss of faith
for hope
arising futures now lost.

I would not dishonor,
too easily dismiss,
suicidal loss of life
as complete insanity
as if I could claim,
with full integrity,
that inhumane and too-patriarchal living losses
are not shy of full-grown sanity.

As this day closes,
this time and place
in tears of loss
without fanfare,
without deadly sentences
much less farewells,
I yet lack courage
of my own despair
about our future of continuing death investment
as measured by my own limits
for tolerating inane insanity,
vitriolic violence,
absurd abuse
of calling deliberate death investments a penalty
as if any life were something reasonably erased
through ultimatum fines
for having had an unfortunate birth day.

This death leaves a sacred hole
where once lived a whole relationship
of futures cast together
now gently placed
apart.

What did he see
that I have not yet felt
strongly enough
to choose to never see again?

This question changes those left behind
for the rest of our haunted days and nights.

Why him,
and not yet me,
not yet us?

 

In honored memory of Greg, lived Large, yet much too short, measures of suicide and other death investments.

 

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Ms. Liska

When I was a FreshPerson in a new higher school,
our English Literature class was delighted
to meet a new to our rural area Ms. Liska,
who was a beautiful teacher
both outside
and in,
and so we all loved her,
and knew she loved us as well,
although sometimes not happy with one or another
due to smart-ass behavior.

One day,
for reasons we could not imagine at the time,
nor would I remember in this rhyme
of metaphysical reasons for living
and dying,
Ms. Liska
asked if any of us had heard of Marcus Aurelius.

Whom I happened to be reading at the time.
So I was, as I recall,
surprised to see only my hand up
because I had probably just volunteered
to display my FreshPerson ignorance.

She did in fact go there
and ask just whom I thought Aurelius was,
which seemed to me
to be
a Roman Emperor
who was also a published Stoic philosopher.

And so it seemed to Ms. Liska as well
so why not dig the Stoic grinding ax some deeper?
And what is Stoicism?

Now definitions
are not my strength,
I’m more of a delineating guy.
So I thought a Roman Stoic
might be like a British Churchill,
keeping a stiff upper lip
having looked at all our deadly facts
and blundering on anyway
with this mysterious life of stoicism.

Of course Ms. Liska
would not allow stoicism to rear its obstinate head
within its own stubborn definition
so she kindly invited me to try again,
not because I was wrong,
she quickly added,
but because I could become even more right.

Marcus Aurelius reminds us
if life is indeed a bed of roses
then we should expect some deadly thorns
along life’s thunderous way.

He invites us to embrace our birthday
by remembering
this celebration is paid back
with an ultimate death day,
as what grows up must also fade down
and back.
It’s a package deal.
Accepting this package as gift
in its life and death polarities
is a stoic thing to do,
and a delusional thing
not to do,
a Greek act of hubris;
not very Roman patriotic,
not stoically realistic.

Ms. Liska found this better
than my stoic thorns
along life’s bed of dying roses way.
But,
then we skipped along to something else
and I never did have my time
to ask her what she thought
about similarities and differences
between who has authority to induce life
and whom might, then,
find responsibility for deducting my life,
any life,
humanely compassionate
or more stoically otherwise,
like a hungry Roman Emperor
or voracious bear.

For it seemed to me
quite transparently true
that in accepting my right to live
and do the best I could
to stoically tolerate
everybody else’s own acceptance of their right to live
and do the stoic best we can
with life’s inevitable ups and downs,
then we must agree with our inherited justice system,
and to live within a just war view of stoic death
is also an unjustified view of my authority to live responsibly.

I was no more authoritative
and remain no less responsible
for causing my own stoic life to begin
than to end my own life,
much less anyone else’s,
or to delegate authority
to some tired State
to do this for me.

I think Marcus Aurelius
was more stoically comfortable
with society’s right
to invite
each person who has taken a life
to become responsible enough
to consider choosing their own death
within a wider ecological context
of restorative justice.

But, just, fair, equitable restoration of a life
irresponsibly taken
does not in any way,
not even a stoic way,
suggest society’s collective right
to irresponsibly take yet another life
now lived across a threshold
of authority
beyond which we cannot responsibly live
cooperatively together.

In choosing to kill,
in choosing to sanction acts of deadly violence,
in choosing to maim and harm,
in choosing deadly and imprisoning revenge,
we stoically choose our own death day
with no more or less authority and responsibility
than for our own birthday,
and each day that follows
between life’s roses
and deadly shaming blaming thorns,
between integrity
and separations
devoid of restorative justice opportunity,
further WinWins
for each and all EarthTribe.

It is difficult to teach how to stoically fall on one’s own responsible sword
when raised in a military-industriously violent society
determined to competitively invest millions of dollars
in deadening revenge
rather than enlivening sacred invitations
to more stoic restorative justice,
celebrating life feeds life birthdays
and eulogizing death breeds death days
lost in mythic pasts
when we first sacrificed virgin children
to a drought-inducing
Vengeance is Mine
SunGod,
even before Holy Roman Empires.

Justice as revenge
assumes our competitive choices
are between brands of death,
while restorative justice,
more stoically balanced,
presumes if we did not first, more primally,
have cooperative choices between brands of life,
then branding and marketing justified death
would remain an ecological and historical moot point
of LoseLose vengeful nihilism.

And so I continued in my smart-ass ways,
wondering what Ms. Liska would think
about balancing our right to life
with fight against condoning death
except where stoically chosen.

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Historical Matters

It matters,
not just politically and economically,
but also psychologically
and scientifically
and culturally
and ecologically
and educationally,
whether your history of American development
only seldom begins before Columbus Day,
and inevitably ends with flag waving on Independence Day,
or if American loyalty to and for healthy development
began way back in pre-history,
when Father SunYang
gave birth to YinMother Earth.

Who lies within
and who and what and when and where and why remain without
your sense of Earth-patriotic identity
depends on when and where and why
you start your own evolving history,
and where you are OK about our creation story ending.

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Growing Organic Happiness

Mature and robust and resonant happiness,
like true wealth,
is made,
seldom simply found.

Happiness, spiritual gratitude,
unlike material wealth,
cannot be inherited by legal right.

Happiness,
like mental health,
and unlike cognitive-affective dissonance,
cannot be owned,
yet works best when shared,
cooperatively governed,
and can be as positively illusory and fleeting
as chronic stress can be negatively delusional,
like Robert Pirsig’s “gumption trap.”

Happiness is the currency of love,
as blossoms are to healthy
and trusting
and cooperative root systems.

Why is this as difficult to grasp
and hold onto,
this ultimate ecopolitical and psychological power
of healthy love,
spirit of cooperative gratitude
for Earth’s richly paid-forward Grace,
as it is easy to dwell on the fear and angry hated distrustful roots
of dissonance
and decay
and decadence
and decomposition?

Why would WinWin ecopolitics of happiness
grow any less dominant
than WinLose suboptimization
of integrity’s great and small transitional promise?

Why either LeftBrain successful outcomes
or RightBrain lovely happiness incomes?

Why Economic rationality
or EcoLogical sacred sanity?

Oh right,
I recall
here at last,
Mature and robust and resonant happiness,
like true wealth,
is cooperatively made,
seldom simply found.

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The Song and Dance Application

I’d like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we’re only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see it more as a patriotic protection of your health care rights
for Free Song and Dance Improvement
instead.

So we can sing ballads
to Adolf Hitler
and Royal Elitist Head MucketyMucks
of the Only White Lives MightMatter Makes RightWing KKK,
we just can’t say them.

That’s right.
And you get extra points for at least four-part harmony
and full orchestration,
and professional choreography,
and community participation
regardless of age, gender, race, religion, etc.

Well, that feels a little prejudiced
and elitist.

How so?

What if you can’t afford a choreographer,
much less an entire orchestra.

Then your budget narrative will note
your capacity to sing and dance is contingent
on receiving sufficient community volunteers
for your harmonic protest Event.

This Event
begins to resound
with echoes of a Happening.

Only if you are a TransMillennial.

No, I’m a RightWing reaction against anything Trans,
or Poly
or Multi.

Sorry, sir.
TransMillennials are those born prior to 2000
and who remain planning to die
in this current PostMillennial Event.
I’m merely saying
you appear to be older than 17,
which you would need to be
to apply to sponsor a Mall Song and Dance Event.

Well, is there an application fee?

No.
There is, however, a sliding-fee-scale permit fee,
should your application ever have a chance of being successful.
But I have to tell you,
these Washington Mall slots are very competitive,
especially if you want something more than an hour,
and not in the middle of the night.
Then your only real competition
are the other vampire and costume clubs
and the witches covens,
depending on the lunar cycle.
I mean,
you can forget about any FullMoon
or NewMoon
or Equinox
within the next decade.

Wow!
I was just trying to put together
a nice old fashioned good ol’ boys
AltRight
armed to the teeth
militia march
while chanting a few really offensive fascist slogans.

Well, funny thing,
it was just that kind of protest march
that led all these churches
and synagogues
and Eastern temples
and even the StoryTellers group from the mosques
sponsoring these FlashMob Events.

When I was checking out the Mall
to see where to put the stage,
suddenly all these people I thought were tourists
and just pedestrians
and all the people in the cars and buses going by,
and the frisbee players,
and even some of the dogs,
all froze in place for a moment,
then began dancing,
then singing that annoying We Shall Overcome gospel anthem,
like I had just walked onto a movie set.
Although no lights and big cameras.

Yes.
Today’s Event received extra points
for community participation.
The District of Columbia FlashMob Combined Gospel Choir
joined up with the local street dancers and choreographers,
and the drummers,
of various cultural backgrounds,
and usually books the Mall on weekends for full two day events.
Most of the time
they practice harmonies and choreography,
and encourage people gathering to watch
to join in,
whether they can stay until the final run through of the day,
or not,
when cameras are digitally ubiquitous.
In fact,
often cell phones are part of the dance,
for lights and multiple viewing perspectives on social media sites.

Then they do a final run through about four or five PM,
then everybody goes home
or maybe they’ll have a picnic
if the band or orchestra or drummers
can stay into the evening.
They might even have an open stage night
for singers and dancers
and those Creation StoryTellers
from the mosques.

I’m having trouble seeing our RightWing message
in this Song and Dance frame.

There are less competitive venues
but most state capitols
are seeing this same cooperative community response
to these all day multicultural NonFlash Mobbing Events.
It’s sort of like America’s Got Talent
went RealTime coast to coast
in a capitol, or even a County Seat, near you.

Well, I need a permit for a counter-protest.

You will need to include your song and dance plan
and budget with your application,
and your plan has to be coordinated with any group already issued a permit
for the Mall
on the day
and time
you propose to counter.

Would that look like some kind of large-set talent contest?

It could.
But, when the District Multicultural Choir
and Drummers
and Street Performers
and Orchestra
respond to your challenge,
just know they usually turn out
somewhere up toward two million singers and dancers,
and it would be more
if we had the space and toilets.

Last year they accepted a challenge
from a national supremacist group ironically named
the RightWing Goliaths.
That was a big national media Song and Dance Event
in which the Goliaths moved and sounded…
well…
not very cooperative
seemed to be the national patriotic consensus,
while the District MultiCultural Singers and Dancers
were totally awesome!
In fact,
by the end of the Goliath’s first song,
the MultiCulturals were adding in their four-part LaLaLa’s
and OoohOoohOooh’s,
then the African Drummers joined in
so the RightWing message was out-scaled
into an awkward hiccuping sound
very much in the background,
and I’m being generous.

Anyway, application forms are on-line.
You’ll find our cooperative community inclusion guidelines,
budget requirements,
and forms you can use to invite community volunteers to join in.
Family friendly plans also receive extra points
so you might want to leave your firearms
and reckless drivers at home.

This still feels like a violation of my Right
to be a White Supremacist
or even just a somewhat paranoid Hater
and shout about my embarrassingly personal issues in public.

As long as you can sing and dance your message
you are welcome to apply for a Permit.
I’m merely letting you know
we have far more applications
than space and time already.
So this revision in our postmillennial permitting process
protects my right not to hear your monocultural pedestrian chanting
and strutting of RightWing racist
and sexist bullshit,
because all I can ever hear
is that District MultiCultural Choir
and their Dancing and Drumming Allies
singing more ProAmerica
and ProEarth
GoodNews gospel Events.

It’s a tough job,
but somebody has to be the permit-issuer,
and decide which messages deserve extra points
for harmony
and choreography
and family friendly love
through each and every venue
of NonFlash Mobbing
with positive WinWin cooperative
song and dance intent.

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First Uniting Nations

Honey, why doesn’t the United Nations include the First Nations?

Are you asking about Babylon
or Native Americans?
Who were, at the time,
thought to be more like wild Indians
by the movers and shakers of rapid industrializing history.

What about a Security Council
made up of the Maple Tree Nation
and the RainForest Nation
and the WaterDweller Nation
and the WingedFlight Nation?

I suspect that would be a transportation
and a communication nightmare.
Your First Nations
are too wild
and voiceless
for nurturing mutual health and wealth translations.
What language could they understand
and speak together?

Is that why the Security Council
is composed of its current constituencies,
because they share a common health as wealth language
everybody understands
and speaks cooperatively together?

Probably not.

I wonder if they might like to adopt some First Nation Golden Rules
for planting and harvesting.
(adapted from Robin Wall Kimmerer,
Braiding Sweetgrass,
p. 183)

Know the ways of the ones who take care of you,
so you may have the first clue how to take care of yourself,
by taking care of them too.

That would seem to preclude rabid overpopulating infestation
of any one overbearing Species,
or Nation,
or monoculture.

It does shed a variegated light
on UncleSam’s ways of taking and giving care
to existing United Nations
and First Nations
and even His own health and climate care giving
and receiving.

So what’s the next First Nation Planting and Harvesting Protocol?

Introduce yourself,
by re-introducing your active gratitude.
Become, and sustain, accountable integrity
as one who approaches each living system
asking to share cooperative life.

More of a WinWin mutual namaste,
and less of a who grabs whose hand first
and shakes the last life out of it
the hardest and fattest and longest.

Yes.
I see it more like multiculturing root systems in a forest
waking up to a new spring day
totally in love with each other,
each in a uniquely knowing way.

That does sound like reasonable understory protocol
for a Security Council
surrounded above by a forest of United First Nations.
What’s next, if I may ask?

Ask permission before taking
no more than half.
Accept feedback.
No means not yet,
and sometimes never.
Yes may also include but not yet,
and sometimes always and forever,
more timelessly.
Never take the first
because everlasting keeps the last.

I guess what is first and last
is like figuring out similarities and differences
between First Nations and last natives.

And the first clue and last premonition.
Anyway, take only what you need
and no more than half what appears freely available.
Share cooperatively,
which is more positively, and democratically, sustainable
than competing side by side.
Re-invest respectfully,
with full ecological authority.
Never waste what First Nations have invested in you.
Remain as grateful as possible.
Become a national treasure,
in reciprocity for what you have received.
Succeed with the ones who succeeded toward you
and Earth will revolve Eden forests and habitats
fit for First and Last Nations forever.

Sounds like Yin planting
nurtures health care giving.

And swells like Yang harvesting
health care re-investments
of and for First United Nation ecopolitical grace.

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Dear NPR Trump Supporter

Dear Lady,

I heard you say that you still trust President Trump
to do almost as good a job as he says he is doing,
despite all the lies,
because “they all do that”,
just say whatever the audience of the moment
would most like to hear.

Really?

I believe Abraham Lincoln,
our first Republican President,
would be surprised to hear his Gettysburg Address
was “telling them what they want to hear”
in his best cheerleader,
go, fight, win voice.

And it seems to me that Thomas Jefferson,
one of the PreRepublican forefather type Presidents,
would object to hear his rather specific name-calling
Declaration of Independence from plutocratic,
and perhaps greedy, and maybe slightly cynical, Elitists,
was just telling the good King what he really wanted to hear.

But regardless of whether our quality standards for Presidential integrity
should reasonably be expected to go up,
now that we’re into our 40th-something incarnation of this Office,
or reasonably be expected to go down
after the first two or three, or sixteen,
or whatever
back in ancient integrity times,
when the premillennial pubic person was worth his/her word
in trust repaid.

How can you trust a President
who is significantly less sure of your right to health and climate care giving
and receiving
for yourself
and for our multiculturing grandkids,
than was the former President?
How is that going in a direction that you
and your healthy extended pro-life family,
your tribe,
neighborhood militia,
or paranoid klan,
or whatever
you continue to trust
as some direction that could be good enough
for those you love the most?

Health,
like racism
and sexism,
do not optimally arrive in individual-portioned packages;
they only sustain resilient climaxes
on interdependent through empty social scales
of qualities for cooperative wealth v WinLose competing pathologies.

Still Listening

Your Democratic HealthAsWealth-Integrity Advocate

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