vol. 3 issue 2
Greetings,
They always tell you right up front how they plan to hurt you, the sadists. They love to brag to your face how they are going to mutilate you, how they will glory in your pain.
It strains my faculties to understand how so many Republicans are expressing shock that they and their colleagues were overrun by a violent mob and held captive while the People’s House was occupied. This man has not only told us from the outset what he will do, but, more importantly, he has made good on his words. He has shown us every single day who he is and what he is capable of, limited only by his imagination and the lack of ours.
No need to catalog it. It’s already in your mind, in your consciousness, infecting your heart. Infecting your spirit.
Knowing this catalog of sadism and mayhem chapter and verse is why, today, for the first time since the day after 9-11, I woke up with a sense of mortal dread. Where are these un-apprehended terrorists hiding? How many more pipe bombs have they or will they plant in my city? Why is this capo still sitting in a seat of immense power, calling the shots at his most hated targets? Will he decide to engage in war games or assassinate someone?
That there are still members of the party in Congress who cannot or will not condemn what is happening and act swiftly against it is down to one thing: lust. Lust for power, lust for specialness. “You are special,” this man told his thugs. It is the same message from the seditious Senators and their fellows in the House.
The cynicism leaves me literally breathless and what emotion I truly feel overall I still haven’t pegged.
The election wasn’t stolen. Facts abound on this and the ones who keep purporting this madness know it. Saying so however, isn’t in their strategy which clearly is to use the insanity and their fellow citizens’ pain to their advantage.
One emotion I am clear on is my outrage that seditious monsters like the baldly ambitious “Senators” Ted Cruz (R, TX) and Josh Hawley (R, MO) continue to leverage the manufactured haze of confusion over the election results to secure the devotion of people I love and probably people in your life you love, too, so that they can lap up the power it gives them to do so.
What outrages me most: the cynical use of people’s minds for selfish, destructive aims.
They, Cruz and Hawley and those like them, are the ones to have done the stealing: they have stolen the peace of mind of millions of americans and stoked violence. They are telling you exactly what they are doing, by telling you someone else is doing it to you. They want power. Once they have it, they won’t give it back. They are the thieves.
Senator Mitt Romney (R, UT) called it correctly: the best way to serve these people is to tell them the truth.
I do not expect that to happen. Nor do I expect many of the people who’ve lost their minds to these fools to ever regain them. Instead, it is likely these abused and deluded citizens will live out their lives in their muddled condition. Until then, they will remain our wounded White Walkers, the ones forever wandering in the winter of their perpetual discontent. They are our burden, because they now are programmed to fight us, the “us” being those of us who respect the rule of law. They are programmed to believe they are special, and that their specialness confers upon them the right to be aggrieved and punish you and me for their self-inflicted wound.
It will be up to us to insist that our elected officials respect and serve them, however. That does not change. And that can only be done through our vigilance and firm kindness. I see it as compassion for the sick. Not ill-sick, but sin sick. The sin is specialness. The sickness is clinging to that entitlement to be special above all else, like an addiction.
Here is our medicine: to no longer allow people like the Cruzes and Hawleys among us to weaponize True Believers against the world’s most beautiful, metaphysically so, governing document, the Constitution.
It is the Constitution that is special. It, with its guaranties of freedom and rights to pursue truth, is what has allowed us to justify this sickness. We have said to one another, “I have the right to say these things, to insist on my right to be righteous.”
The gods love us so much, they will let us choose to destroy ourselves. But that also means we have the choice to preserve ourselves. The Constitution was not written with In God We Trust as its guiding ethos. It was written with the choices humans make to evolve or devolve as its guiding light. We are the people who must act as one. E pluribus unum. Amen.
A peaceful transfer of power keeps us all free. Even those who are certain they have been aggrieved. You can still choose to be aggrieved, but you most certainly cannot be free, if you do not accept that power must be fluid.
All those foreign leaders yesterday, the ones who said what happened on January 6th shows that our democracy is “antiquated”, that our electoral system is a “sham”?
No. I believe with all my heart this is democracy’s finest hour.
I called my elected Congressmen yesterday and told them that I want this man and the seditious ones impeached. I gave my name. I insisted they have a record of my statement that freedom’s preservation supersedes anyone’s ego. Please do the same. They need to hear from you, because they represent you, not anyone else. They are your power, not your conduits. Your voice is your conduit. Power must remain on a current. It must flow. Congress must come and go according to how our voices modulate and control that flow.
Crises have a beginning, a middle, and an end. We are in the middle, nearing the end. And so, my mortal fear remains: There is a mad man and his co-sinners on the loose.
But democracy is a balm. We the People can apply the balm by insisting on the peaceful transition of power.
I continue to love you, America. Now more than ever.
Peace,
Whitney
Once upon a time, I sang in a lovely church choir with a talented music director who had a knack for finding beautiful arrangements of powerful hymns. Here is one which came to mind this morning as I wrote this to you now. Here is a sweet performance of it worth your time if you feel discouraged or frightened right about now:
There is balm in Gilead,
To make the wounded whole;
There's power enough in heaven,
To cure a sin-sick soul.
Whitney, this is excellent! Am sharing with friends.
This is from my friend and docu-mental subscriber, E. Ethelbert Miller. He gave me permission to re-print portions of what he sent me in a private email.
Whitney -- The blame for what happened this week cannot be placed on Trump, Cruz or any one political figure. Our nation is still fighting a Civil War. It goes back to the failure of Reconstruction, the suppression of the black vote and people like Woodrow Wilson being a president. Mix in a defeated Hitler and Mussolini and simply ask yourself where do the roaches hide when a war is over or the lights are turned back on.
They go into hiding but they don't die or disappear.
Trump's election opened the doors the same way some of the folks "guarding" our sacred Hill did.
As someone pointed out -just watch how folks easily scaled the walls of the Capitol and you can observe military skills.
Black people have been talking about these hate groups and all folks in the US government wanted to focus on was Muslim terrorists. Well now we are a nation of guppies eating our own.
If we are to put a stop to this before it goes further...then we need to investigate the pipelines to these Hate groups. Notice how slowly information is emerging out of Nashville. So the bomber there believed in the "lizard" people? Well so does a new member of Congress and many in the mob this week. Maybe this is why the Nashville bomb knocked out the TN communications system.
As I wrote earlier on Facebook today - "The only thing missing from the Zombie movies are flags."
Well we saw many flags this week- the folks crashing our halls of government and chasing our leaders -seem very much like Zombies.
Maybe my writing this is a result of being bitten by a lizard. Yikes!