Whack-A-Mole Monarchy

The Naked Emperor has been really ticked off lately.

Seems like longtime known enemies, those who have foolishly complained that he is butt-ugly devoid of divinely inspired truth and beauty attire, have not yet been forced to atone for their bull-headed integrity. This invokes His Highness’s anger and also fear. If he can’t force them to their knees then others might think they can get away with denying His supreme political and economic wardrobe.

So He forces His legal staff to pursue his oldest and loudest ungrateful lackey to make him pay for his disloyal sins. Naked revenge will quiet any unruly masses; then He will feel, and look, better–the fairest of them all, ever, anywhere, throughout the history of kingdoms.

Indeed, the Naked Emperor Fan Club with which He surrounds himself celebrates His naked power and monolithically enlightened arraignment.

And yet, repressd enemies, like suppressed pain, risks the possibility that vexing nay-sayers may portend more deeply embedded challengers.

While those in the Naked Emperors fawning royal red court are reassured and subdued by His vengefully monolithic beauty, it turns out that a CommonSense Crowd is aware of a consensus that their Naked Emperor is also a naked fool.

To force His self-righteously personal revenge, dressed up in the clothes of monarchical authority, He loses several seasoned and respected staff, who don’t respond well to intimidation and threat and verbal abuse. He thereby empowers more enemies; far more than he will ever have time to lock up and throw away the key.

These thorns become highly polarized voices, soon joined by a vast silently traumatized majority, rapidly expanding a nakedly obvious point of healthy democratic view. The Emperor’s gorgeously powerful coattails are shrinking toward invisibility, as his adoration-seeking nose grows embare-assingly longer.

The Emperor feels increasingly lonely at the top of his impoverished imperial wardrobe, especially at night. Nightmare headlines of MeToo declaring that this Naked Emperor is not only politically naked, but morally corrupt. Worst dressed Emperor in the history of feckless foolish Emperors, anywhere, anytime in the history of democratically dressed public trust.

The more democratic heads he whacks, the more popping up, speaking and acting up, out-voting him and all his conman fools who have refused to impeach his self-reputed divinely inspired raiment; now flashmob gladly disputed as sadly wounded madly messianic ideation.

Dressed in depressing autocratic whack-a-mole dispassion; undressed by impressive democratic love-your-moles compassion.

Lone Warrior Rides Again

I wonder how much,
if any, distance
we might uncover
between The Lone Warrior
surrounded by weary white YesMen,
and The Naked Emperor
surrounded by timid white YesMen.

Both Warriors and Emperors
long for those they serve
by ruling over,
by disempowering healthy democratic voices
of critical dissent,
to wake up to their personal
omnipotent
privileged vision
and sacred words,
their supremely authoritative
and defensively authoritarian
win/lose knowledge

That competition to serve as YesMen
YesWomen
YesChildren
is the only appropriate role
for weak serfs;
those with too humble
poverty of spirit
and degenerative win/win nature,=
integrity
responsibility
compassion

Rather than daring
to look into our own Lone Emperor
richly naked eyes
of narcissistic disappointment.

Like all of us,
all Naked Warriors ever healthy long for
is to be appreciated
and played with
by peers
of resonant
compassionate integrity
caring
health wealthing.

The nakedly lonely
Warrior Emperor
of win/lose capitalistic politics
is not what EarthTribe had in mind
as reborn worshipers
cast our famous ballots
for EarthMother’s sacred
non-yeswoman birth

Back
back to enlightenment
of GrandMother Moon.

Doing Church

Church is usually a noun
for a sanctuary becoming place

But, both church and sanctuary
are scripturally more about revolutionary verbs.

Countering capital-consumer culture
Churching
giving and receiving healthy cooperatively-owned sanctuary
are what good news faith communities do
to earn a reputation
for wealth of love,
gratitude for more hope-filled futures
together,
more than autonomously apart.

Synergetically giving and receiving sanctuary
cannot be done with both integrity
and contempt,
And can be optimized with both gratitude for error
and terrifying opportunities
to fast-extend hopeful compassion,
a positive energy democratic crisis
seeking immediate through long-term
WinWin polypathic outcomes.

Recent choices of a good health sanctuary movement
look back to November of 2016 in the U.S.
and to RightWing fear-mongering plutocratic contests
throughout Earth’s non-violent health-sanctuaries,
lower inclusive standards of liberal ultra-violet integrity
to love each Other,
healthy and not so much
just yet.

Health care exercises active compassion
Which could not include
turning a nakedly competing corporate emperor
into the Nakedly Competing International Emperor
presiding over entitled epi-ego-idolatry centers
conservatively loathing liberal sanctuary movements,
villages,
communities,
extended loving families
of nature/spirits.

Compassion for Naked Emperors
and for our own competing anti-sanctuary ways
invites each green therapeutic vocational call
to re-invest
re-imagine
re-hope for gratefully resilient sanctuary becoming
doing what we still can
integrating active resonant economic hope
with therapeutic ecological purpose
meaning
polypathic ethology
sacred secularity
systematic WinWin theology
of liberating
healthy
resilient
integral love churching
growing greener sanctuaries.

The Naked CombOver

Why is it, dear,
that the combover speaks as brazenly
as a fat corporate-fed,
way too marbled whitemeat
Naked Emperor
at a Cooperatively Progressive Costume Party?

Because his favorite soundbites are
“I am the best hair-dressed Emperor
these RedStates have ever fed”
followed too loudly by,
“And I am here to listen to
and help you
and God bless AmericaIncorporated First!!!!!”

And you know
he is nakedly lying
from the top of his bald combovered head
all the way through the shit-stained bit
about listening,
because we know he’s too busy twittering
in the morning
to step into
his best-dressed CEO corporate-fat role
of fear-mongering
and monocultural apartheid
anger-militarized mismanagement,
and other terrifying LoseLose pushbutton regimes
of paranoid and fascist
Supreme Naked Emperor images
still trying to work that hopeless combover.

Honey, really,
don’t you have anything healthier to obsess about?

Yes, but our kids’ teachers
believe secular natural egosystems
are something other than the exterior LeftBrain face
of sacred spiritual RightBrain ecosystems,

Which is what you plan to obsess about next,
but its difficult to find any who seem likely to listen
to secular-sacred harmonic students,
much less parents,
any more or less
than my own evangelical Christian parents did,
or the local Catholic priest currently Holy Communions
in that apartheid cathedral
built of universal historical matter.

Well, it does sound like we have a lot
on our Their Not Listening communion plates.
Perhaps if we first listened better
to their long crippled suffering
they might be able to hear ours better?

That’s a thought,
although it doesn’t seem to be working
with the POTUS.

Well, dear,
don’t beat yourself up.
Remember the verse about having ears to hear
and eyes to see
that a combover
does not suggest deep powers
to co-passionately listen
to one’s own naked and vulnerable aging self.

Stuck in perpetual bullying adolescence
as learned in military school,
more likely.

I wonder how he would look
in a Marine cut?

If not healthier,
then at least more honest.