Dear Toni,

I saw you on The Daily Show
the other day
having your way
with Trevor,
or was it the other way around?
Not sure.

I’m also not sure where we first went wrong,
but I’m sorry for once having thought you my dumb blonde beauty.
Clearly this is not who you are
as you continue to play our family’s conservative version
of Twinkle Twinkle Patriotic Star
and Patriarchal Stripes,
Flags and National Anthems.

Slow as deep rich Honey,
if you wrap yourself any tighter
in our conservatively-speaking at-risk Patriotic Flag,
I worry you might not breathe health both in and out
for long-term regenerativity.

I began hearing you as not just narcissistic
and uncaring about the health and security of my Galveston grandkids,
not to mention our whole extended family
of white male and female children
along coastal Texas over the next 100 years,
but sometimes I think you still confuse healthy conservatism,
which goes way back in our matriarchal nurturing days and ways,
with what sounds more like nihilistic condemnation
of any regeneratively humane future
for economic and politically empowering ecological health,
nondually co-arising like Grandmother Moon
and Gaia Earth,
who gave birth to matriarchally conservative nurturing me,
and therefore also still organically conserving biosystemic you,
my honey sweet smart girl.

I wish you had spent less time defending your right to freely express your mind and feelings,
which, indeed, brother Trevor was not contesting,
so you could have spent more time sharing your mindfulness
about our healthy and secure future,
which continues to be at degenerative risk
by further white male plutocratic domination,
as if patriotically Christian and Enlightenment
ForeFathers would have wished to see
my grandkids moving from Galveston,
toward Houston,
our future frontier of new-coastal engulfing waters.

Setting aside your distaste for all things Progressive-Futuristic,
including the vastly dusty tomes of academically orthodox science
and LeftBrain dominant deductive-only facts,
and evidence of both ecologically regenerative
and anti-ecosystemically degenerative futuristic fantasies
about climate change as urgent climate pathology,
even setting all this aside,
please review our U.S. conservatively patriotic
Right of Left Progressive-Liberal
devil’s advocate agenda.

Somehow I think you lost the first chapter
in my Matriarchal WoManual.
Avoid inappropriate touch and speech at all times;
but also embrace therapeutic touch and speech favoring, as positive,
(possibly even RealTime Millennial Progressive)
future regenerative times.

Please avoid merely repeating past degenerative conservatism
as if beautiful ecopolitical women were merely dumb blind blondes
within our ecologically multiculturing marketplace.

I appreciate that you do not see yourself
as a victim of history,
but more as a victorious Devil’s Advocate,
and I love it when you mention this
despite U.S. women receiving enfranchisement rights
even after Black male property owners in several Northern States.

But, darling,
how on Mother Earth do you think we received this right to vote
for Donald Trump
rather than the candidate who would otherwise become the first woman U.S. President?
Do you think our patriarchal faithful Fathers
climbed off our Mothers in bed
and said,
Oh, yes, you want it?
Sure. Here, it’s yours.

How do you think your rant
against marchers and protesters
sometimes shouting Women’s Lives Matter Too,
your stark disapproval of those who physically demonstrate
that they have not had your same benignly secure relationship
with your rather too-dear U.S. Flag and Patriotic-Only-Need-Apply Anthems,
as heard within post-millennial virtual realities
of Devil’s Conservative Advocate supremacy?

How do you think your active disbelief
in the economic and political necessity,
or even historical effectiveness,
of strident speaking and marching
in public and private spaces and times
would feel to your maternal Elders
during the post Civil War era,
who had no other cooperatively regenerative power?

Perhaps not quite whiney enough?

I am sorry to say,
as I boundlessly love you,
and always will,
I am quite sure your conservative great great grandmother
would be pissed as hell at this,
her post-millennial offspring,
playing at Daddy Trump Devil’s Advocate;
joining the continuing LeftBrain dominant paternalistic
plutocratic team,
when she so vigorously marched and protested for this opportunity for you
to vote for our first woman U.S. President
of a bicamerally Matriotic-Patriotic
Right-Left balancing
post-millennial RealTime U.S.A.

Your Virtual UnReality Shows
you learned well to help yourself stay away
from inappropriate touch and speech of others
you feel a reactionary need to overpower,
but have yet to begin
this deeper maternal ecotherapy
to always and everywhere regeneratively touch and speak
through Mother Earth’s cooperatively sustaining climates
and landscapes of health and safety
as nutrients worthy of your positive nurturing
(despite also known as post-millennial eco-politically progressive)
for all EarthTribe’s multicultural future regenerations.

Don’t date yourself so much
as an anti-feminist blonde beauty
overly glutted with the conservative diastatic age
of General Eisenhower,
as yummy as that was at the time.

But, this is your time.
Seize it.
CoArise with your cooperative matriotic duties
to speak wisdom
to LeftBrain supremacist Trump Cards.

With at least 7 healthy generations of love,
GrandMother Moon

ebbing my Yang sway
to flow our Yintegral balancing day