“Give me your compliant, your rich,
Your impressionable masses yearning to praise me,
The whitest nephews of your thriving shore.
Send these, the documented few to me,
I crack the Trump hotel’s locked golden door…”

It’s been a while but I think that was how it went

The juxtaposition of an actual American leader and a petulant disgrace.

Slashing funding for life-saving treatment for personal gain: It's cruel, it's heartless, it's Elon.

Of all the thirty-five anniversaries of this iconic image, today’s is the grimmest.

Those in power ransack our future and steer us toward catastrophe.

“…there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.”

Tonight I am filled again with rage, sadness, and shame because my country has the power to help work to save these innocent lives but chooses not to.

If you think this makes America “great”, all I have left to say to you is that I hope you have the life you deserve.

These babies sure don’t.

Hi, I’m God.

You all died in 2016.

And yes, this is Hell.

I just realized how tense I have felt since I woke up.

So this is your reminder to relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw, and take some deep breaths.

Take care of yourself. Put your own mask on before assisting another passenger.

The joke is on us.

Today, some serious thoughts on Mariann Budde's sermon before the Trump family. mechatodzilla.medium.com/i-recognized...