Monthly Archives: October 2018

We Cannot UnCorker the Pop Just Yet; It is Still a Little Flakey

Flake and Corker are retiring Senators, so you’d expect them to not be so political and to be sure about Kavanaugh before passing him on to the highest court in the land.
Why are they siding with the GOP, in this rush to judgment?
Could it be that they believe that Kavanaugh is unquestionably the single best person out there; if they are forced to choose an alternative conservative, it would result in a lesser qualified candidate?
Is it because they owe the President to support his hand picked candidate?
Not hardly.
It is for one reason only:
Corker and Flake want to run again, perhaps for Governor, but most likely for President. Each has determined that he cannot leave the Senate without showing that he voted to bring in a conservative justice; each of them knows that he wants to be able to say in the middle of a GOP debate in 2020 that he made the deciding vote to make the Supreme Court conservative again.
Years from now, when Flake’s state is a barren wasteland, and Corker’s is an inhabitable swamp, only history will have the luxury of looking back at these two small human beings. If we do managed to survive, in other regions, in some form, it will not be because of these small men today. They have abandoned all principles that had been important enough to block Obama’s pick in 2015; they have absconded with the notion that a person who lies to them shouldn’t be hearing cases in which people must tell the truth. We will not have life because these men in the 11:59th hour repudiated the president and rolled back his assaults on intelligence, on our neighbors, on our environment, on our most down trodden. These men have and will continue to go along with the program, supporting that 18% who are looking forward to going back in time to when a woman was property, the poor were expendable, and the nonwhite people of this nation were subjected to unspeakable horrors in the name of greatness.
We will implode, not because of an alien invasion, not because of a super weaponized corporately created pathogen, not because of overpopulation, or because of inter species mating. We will not destroy ourselves because of Artificial Intelligence. We will come undone because a few men with a lot of power made a choice to exercise oppression over the rest of the population just because they could.
We will be done in because these men are far worse than the worse of those who preceded them–these men know the truth, but are incapable of acting upon it. They have seen the impact of the iceberg. It is one thing to not know, it is yet another to be gullible; it is quite another altogether to charge into the darkness of the fog, knowing the cliff is straight ahead. Their job is to hear how people suffer, day after day, industry upon industry, in regions near and far. Their job is to hear of pain and death and abuse, and to come up with rules of engagement. These men know exactly what this all means.
These men talk of how great they and their fathers made of this place of America; it was nothing before their sweat and ingenuity forged it. Yet the America that I was told of as a child was an unspoiled paradise of caretakers and animals such as the buffalo which roamed states. These men won’t recall that their fathers slaughtered the animals just because they could. just because they could kill off the Native Nations’ food and shelter supply. In thirty years, 30 million buffalo were exterminated, and the ecosystem was ruined so badly that within 50 years, a third of America lived under a famine conditions brought on by a dust bowl in what was once fertile soil.
Black people understood the sexual abuse of women in America well before Cosby walked away to jail in handcuffs this week. The average black person in America has about 19% European DNA, and unlike the Native Nations or Hispanic narratives, there is no way to sugar coat it and make it seem consistently consensual. It is irrefutable that our great greats were sexually assaulted into Americanization. While color doesn’t truly depict the ancestry of the American African, you could argue that prior to 1920. the lighter the lineage, the greater the assault.
I do not recall an historical narrative from any white women describing the conditions of black assault victims for those 246 years of slavery. They saw their husbands and fathers and sons and brothers in the lineage of those slaves, and said nothing.
But abuse does not live in a vacuum, if a person is able to exact pain on one set of people, he will enact it wherever he treads. If the slave was not free, then neither would be the debutante.
The difference is that the slave never had any illusions of her status.
In 2016, 53% of the debutantes still did…..
Until the edge of the 70’s, these women were being forced into relationships, forced into losing property, forced into powerlessness, forced into involuntary situations of assault.
Since then, they have been battling with systems of force and in-force and enforce. These battles have been wearing weary on the souls of woman.
The scars of a generation ago are showing up on their faces, their psyche, and Corker and Flake are able to see them; but it hurts too much to look at these women in the eyes.
Today, two women made Flake look, and I don’t know the man, but when he looked back, I only imagined that he saw his wife, his mother, his daughter, his sister; and for 120 minutes, he said…wait. Not. Today. Perhaps tomorrow, but not today.
For a few days, our mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters have a lottery ticket in their hands; it has a modest potential for return, but at least until the number is called, they can dream about its potential, what it can buy them if they win…..
Lotteries are indeed a longshot.