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The ultimate count down – 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1- November 3rd!


We have come a long way folks. We are still fighting this deadly virus and World Pandemic. 230,000 people are DEAD! They were our fellow Americans. I do not care if they were American born, foreign born, rich, poor, White, Black, Yellow or if they were Democrats, Republicans or Independents. I don’t even care if they were Atheists, or Agnostics. They were human beings. They could not breathe a peaceful last breath because the virus would not let them breathe on their own. They did not have the strength to even say goodbye to a loved one. In many cases it was the beeping of the ventilator machine that announced their lonely transition. I am painting a grim and dark picture here because some people just need to wake up to the reality that if we do not cooperate and help each other stay safe, there is a possibility (hope not) that one hundred more human beings will die as many more are infected!

The ones who survive will more than likely not have long lasting side effects but many will continue to suffer. Reports from real people say they will have lung, heart and other vital organs affected for possibly the rest of their lives. This is like having another type of cancerous cell in your body. Post-COVID patients will be at risk of being labeled as having pre-existing illnesses that may not be covered by health insurance. They may have trouble getting insured or may see higher premiums and copays to deal with. 

The countdown must be shouted at the top of our lungs. We must do what is right for all the people. We must continue to listen to the experts and scientists. You know – the ones with the higher educational degrees that certify that they actually have the knowledge and experience to tell us the truth and to develop the right protocols, medicines, vaccines and effective measures to combat the virus. It has not gone away. 

My family is facing a difficult moment right now. And although it is not COVID related, I cannot bear the thought that anyone in my extended family might have to suffer from COVID because they have an underlying disease.

I will not rest peacefully until we conquer this viral disease. I will not rest peacefully until we rid ourselves of the deceitful, misleading, and dangerous misinformation that flows from the House of the People. Our democracy, freedom of speech, and civil rights are at stake right now. We need to revert back to the respectful discourse, honesty, and to the values we have cherished since the birth of our free nation. Many brave men and women died to preserve our Constitutions and the laws that protect us. 

Some of you may not agree with my stance but this is the beauty of a democracy. We can disagree. But we must also accept the truth. The Constitution, our Bill of Rights and Liberties must not be trampled or tarnished. Empires and very powerful countries fall when the people get too complacent and allow corrupt leaders to dictate bigotry and hate. This is not the American way. I learned this from my sixth grade teacher. We must work together for the good of all. I beg you. We must work together.

I listened to this song this morning as I witnessed the audacity and determination of a long line of voters waiting to cast their vote early. They started dancing in place to make their long wait a little more bearable. So to end on a high note I want to share this classic. I will be doing the same in my living room when the results come in and tell us we have won our nation back. Stay safe, and God bless America!

We will win and celebrate!

Another Found Poem – The Memory of a Pandemic by Melba Christie


Below are the attributions that inspired my found poem. Stay safe.

 

The memory haunts sometimes

like a ferris wheel

out of control.

But we hold

onto it.

Her brush ignites

her creative spirit

and a Pandemic painting emerges

on a forgotten canvas.

It becomes a message for the future generations

when they learn

his LIES and TREACHERY

created so much uncertainty

That even the lightkeeper

did not know when to shine on.

No one knew

when and where shadows hid

so many mourners and the sad dead.

Who will know for sure

if there

is a reckoning coming.

Deep inside each heart the true answer dwells

and the last tear will be shed.

Attributions

The Paris Review

Pat Cagan

Method Two Madness

Donna from My OBT

Robert Okaii

Charles Lindholm

Frederic G M Words in the Light

 

 

How do I unite my body and soul? – A question to be answered


During these difficult times,

when there is still

a real fear

that many more of us may even perish. (from COVID 19 – 200,000 dead and counting)

My heart knows what it has most cherished;

prayer for one thing,

even when the harsh sting,

of hate and despair,

continues and dares,

us to believe in hope.

Why don’t we realize the oneness

of our existence?

Why all the resistance

to love each other

as brothers and sisters?

As my heart beats and keeps

track of time;

we still do not know what remains.

I still sing a simple refrain

Halleluyah! Halleluyah!

Hoping to hear the answer to

How do I unite my body and soul?

 

 

 

 

Ten things I just do not want to hear!


Conspiracy Theories no matter where they come from!

Alternative facts!

LIES!

People telling me that what I have heard is not what I have heard or what was meant!

It will disappear!

Don’t panic!

It is a hoax!

The elections will be rigged.

There is no climate change!

News talk show hosts who are not true journalists! (And who never studied journalism.)

Oh, by the way did I say, “LIES!”

 

Eighty-one Days – Legendary Promises


“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” 

“The words above, thought to be the motto, are chiseled in gray granite over the entrance to the New York City Post Office on 8th Avenue and come from Book 8, Paragraph 98, of The Persian Wars by Herodotus.”

This is the motto or slogan and indeed the promise from the United States Postal Service that I counted on for so many years. During summer vacations I counted on their promise to deliver promptly the letters I’d write to my friends who went away to camp or to stay with their grandparents. I would be away part of the summer to visit my grandmother. I’d wait by the door for the mail carrier, (then called postman) to bring me letters from my dad who could not take off from work to be with us. Later, I’d wait for letters from my friends serving abroad during the Vietnam war. I couldn’t wait to get the pictures they would take especially of the celebrities showcased in the Bob Hope tours with the USO. Then, there was waiting for the acceptance letters from the dream college I had applied to. And of course, (I have kept them all until now) there were the love letters my husband would write to me with an occasional poem dedicated to me or to our love.

I am sure all of you can relate to these moments that were made possible because we had  a reliable source. Namely the postal service. We could count on the promise that no matter what the mail would arrive. Of course, there were delays at times and return to sender mail even though you had written the correct address on the envelope. We have all had some of those experiences.

There has been so much to digest these days and nothing is as important as the devastation caused by this deadly and highly contagious virus that has invaded our country. But the possible threat proposed against our postal system is something we have to stop. Our democracy depends on our postal service. I do not understand how we can allow defunding or privatization of this precious service. The essential workers of this institution have been diligent to get us our medicines and other goods during the stay home mandate.

I remember one of my teachers introducing us to pen pal writing. I had a few pen pals that continued writing to me way beyond the  elementary school years. The teacher wrote the postal service slogan on the board. She told us how important it was to have a postal service and explained the many ways that it helped people to stay connected.

I continue to write letters . Yes, I to friends and family even though it has kind of become a lost art and old fashion. I use email and text messaging but there is nothing like writing to a letter to a friend or family member and receiving one from them as well. My grand daughter started writing me letters during the pandemic. These letters made my day. They are my greatest treasure. She enclosed drawings and would tell us how much she missed us.

I know that this may sound over sentimental but a promise is a promise is what I believe firmly. The following is another inscription that sums it all:

Messenger of Sympathy and Love
Servant of Parted Friends
Consoler of the Lonely
Bond of the Scattered Family
Enlarger of the Common Life
Carrier of News and Knowledge
Instrument of Trade and Industry
Promoter of Mutual Acquaintance
Of Peace and of Goodwill Among Men and Nations.

Please do your part in helping to save our postal service. No matter what your political affiliation or philosophy, I am sure that you will want to think about what the threats being made implicate. Remember many people now rely on the postal service to survive. We must protect the legendary promise that was made to all of us, we the people. All it takes is a postcard or letter to your senator or congressman or woman to insist that they do something to fund the USPS. 

 

 

Some Facts:

The USPS traces its roots to 1775 during the Second Continental Congress, when Benjamin Franklin was appointed the first postmaster general. … It was elevated to a cabinet-level department in 1872, and was transformed by the Postal Reorganization Act of 1970 into the United States Postal Service as an independent agency.

In 1774, the British fired Franklin from his postmaster job because of his revolutionary activities. However, the following year, he was appointed postmaster general of the United Colonies by the Continental Congress. Franklin held the job until late in 1776, when he was sent to France as a diplomat. He left a vastly improved mail system, with routes from Florida to Maine and regular service between the colonies and Britain.

President George Washington appointed Samuel Osgood, a former Massachusetts congressman, as the first postmaster general of the American nation under the new U.S. constitution in 1789. At the time, there were approximately 75 post offices in the country.

These are the states that allow vote by mail:

https://www.newsweek.com/these-are-states-where-you-can-vote-mail-1505245

 

Click to access mission-motto.pdf

84 Days – Wow! Wow! Wow!


I just heard the news and could not resist writing a reaction to Former Vice President Biden’s choice for Vice President. Senator Kamala Harris is it. The choice is historical and will be even more historical at the end of 84 days. Like that old television commercial proudly decreed, “You have come a long way baby.”  One hundred years ago women fought for the right right to vote. How appropriate that a woman should picked to be the possible next Vice-President of the United States of America.

We have seen the ME TOO movement create an awareness about abuse and sexual harassment. We have seen people become more aware and more willing to speak up with the Black Lives Matter movement. I had a flashback to the year 2000, when our community was getting ready to make changes that would come to fruition by the year 2020. That community gave themselves twenty years because anything that is worthwhile has to be well planned. 2020 has been a very memorable year for sure. Today perhaps will be the most positive day of all.

I am excited for the future but more excited for the right now. I want to tell my 5 year old granddaughter that for sure she can be anything she wants to be. All I can say right now which is not very eloquent but comes from the pride deep down in my heart, Wow! Wow! Wow!