An Open Letter to the Congress of the United States


Question. What’s wrong with you people?

Congress, I disown you. I disinherit you. You are dead to me.

I am not up to date on the latest five-minute news cycle. I don’t know what happened yesterday or this morning, but I know without knowing, it was atrocious. I speak only for myself when I say, I can’t take any more. I cut myself off from the news like a guillotine due to high blood pressure, mental health concerns, and the right to pursue happiness. Self-defense mechanisms demand I never again expose myself to that smarmy-mouthed pumpkin-headed creature until he’s escorted out of the Oval by the FBI. If I scroll by his image on the web, it sends a shiver down my spine. The kittens app doesn’t always work.

I write to voice my dismay, disbelief, and disgust

that the dangerous charlatan D$%#^@ T%$@*  has retained office despite displaying every kind of bad judgment and behavior since Day 1. It’s not only disappointing, it’s insulting; I can’t tolerate your tolerance of him. There’s a cartoon that asks, why is T&^%$ not being impeached? Because Congress likes to carry a baby to term. I am astonished, sick at heart, and furious that he has had as long a run as he has, after the grotesque electoral “victory” that catapulted a delusional dishonorable reality-show clown into the highest office in the land, where he would immediately begin proving he was unfit for that office, or even to run for it. The man is the Orange Plague of the 21st century, who either poisons or kills anything infected by him.

Women’s March on Washington, 2017

His presidency is not viable.

At first, every time T&^%# committed yet another violation of basic decency and humanity, or demonstrated his lack of respect for others, his lack of vision or reason or understanding of the role of presidency, I would think, his gig is up!

Yes I stupidly thought

grabbing women’s pussies was enough to destroy his candidacy, but oh who cares if he’s an admitted sex offender! What powerful good ol’ boy do we know who isn’t? Gotta stick together! Punishing women who’ve had abortions? Pfft! Courting Putin, his personal ally and campaign manager? Admiring Kim Jung-un because “he speaks and his people sit up at attention”? Tearing families apart, shoving children in cages and not taking responsibility when they die? Children dying! Not giving a whit if a journalist ­is murdered and dismembered if it interferes with raking in money and bonding with MBS? History of family fraud, refusal to submit taxes, backing out of the Paris Accord and the Nuclear Arms Treaty, demeaning LGBT citizens–not one of these has been deemed egregious enough for official censure, none of it deemed treasonous, yet somehow Clinton gets impeached over a blue dress, for committing two acts of perjury, one act of obstruction of justice and one act of abuse of power to commit perjury. Where was the hand-wringing over that decision?

Now, apparently, anything goes!

T%#&%’s midterm campaigns were interrupted by “the bomb stuff”! Talk about an epic fail! Thirteen high-profile attempted murders—and HE is the victim of false news and hostile treatment. Tiny violin. When we most needed strong guidance and peacemaking, he is missing in action ranting away as usual at rallies that massage his vanity. Given the great opportunity to demonstrate leadership through a national security crisis (albeit one provoked by himself), he prioritized once again his massive ego.

Source: NBCNews

His litany of bad-to-criminal behaviors

refreshes so often we can’t remember the last one. “If this were a normal presidency,” pundits pronounce, “this would be the scandal of the century.” No. If this were a fully functioning Congress, it would be. “Anyone else would be taken out in handcuffs.” OK, well why not him? Has he been granted special behind-closed-doors dispensation to be a complete ahole and get away with it? The fact that this not-normal presidency is by now just a sound-bite of what-has-he-done-now? IS the scandal of the century.

If this were a fully functioning Congress,

“unacceptable” would be not just a buzzword but a reality. You would reject the DOJ guideline (not law) and establish a protocol for indicting sitting presidents. Eliminate the electoral college. Challenge and revoke nepotistic top-secret appointments of the unqualified. Enforce subpoenas. Establish a Secretary of Transparency who safeguards the public interest over the private interests of its elected officials, like the police OIA. Too bad it’s needed!

Things in T&^%$-land called “unacceptable”

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that have, for lack of consequences, been deemed indeed acceptable include gun deaths, mass shootings, murdering children, teachers, folks just doing their jobs or practicing their religion; fraternizing with the enemy; secret meetings with foreign powers; treating asylum seekers like animals (or worse than); crystal clear security breach of refusing to give up his iPhone; giving his daughter a pass on personal email use; giving his feckless relatives top security clearance jobs; sexual predation; lying every time he opens his sewer mouth; demonizing the “enemy of the people” press whose job it is to monitor his performance; sanctioning the gruesome murder of a journalist because the killer is a paying customer of his he needs to bond with; zero concern for the planet and its present or future inhabitants–ad nauseum. To what a hateful disgraceful SOB have we given the keys to our freedom! And he is said by the top Democrat to be “not worth” impeaching! Maybe you are, Speaker Pelosi!


After Brett Kavanaugh’s crybaby woe-is-me testimony

at the confirmation hearing (he is so put upon!), I had to wonder how the many of you who confirmed him had achieved the offices of senator or congressman despite being blind deaf and dumb. He did not even show Dr. Blasey Ford the respect of watching her testimony, though his future and career depended on it! After that pathetic display, it was no longer about the truth of her accusations or even his qualifications, it was about his blatant unsuitability as a hysterical whiner for the post. Hundreds of law professionals and a former Supreme Court Justice agreed. Guess they weren’t Republicans!

And so it is with Trump.

It’s no longer about his poor performance, lack of shame, or whether he instigated the bomb scare or Tree of Life tragedy with his hateful rhetoric, hypocrisy and constant lying. He is not a “very fine” person with a few flaws. He is a raging megalomaniac, misogynist, narcissist, sex predator and coward who glorifies violence and delights in making a mockery of democracy. He is (literally) an international laughing stock and makes us look like a bunch of daft suckers. How dare you allow this fracker to retain office and represent the good people of this country? He obviously can fool a lot of people a lot of the time, but you’re way past due ending the reign of the Great Pretender. He is better suited to roastmaster than president.

Time to Impeach!

I am gobsmacked

by how much deference is granted to T&^%$ just because he’s president. He doesn’t merit the office, the title, or the consideration. One instance alone: He threatened Michael Cohen, slated to testify against him, and his father in broad daylight, on the air. Cohen cancelled his appearance before Congress out of concern for his family. Witness tampering, obstruction of justice. Just another news bite? No—that’s enough. Impeachable. Forget everything else. Start the proceedings. Yesterday.

Oh, that’s right. Only Democrats get impeached for obstruction of justice.

You’re letting him get away with unthinkable things!

Independence Hall, where both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were debated and adopted.

The detention camp debacle alone!, children dying, people!, his delusional idée fixe of the border wall, kissing foreign ass, inspiring Americans to put their worst foot forward and Make America White Again, the disastrous snit of shutting down the government as a political strategy—obnoxiously demonstrating his lack of concern for the everyday American’s situation and well-being. Why does his vanity project affect a person’s ability to pay their mortgage? Because he does not care about anyone but himself and doesn’t care who knows it. Because nobody stops him! What on what’s left of God’s earth would it take to be worth impeachment? What a loser this “winner” is!

Of all the infuriating things

about T@#$%, the worst is the constant references to “beating Trump,” and “who can beat Trump?” You are betraying this country by keeping this incompetent, morally bankrupt joker in power. “He’s not worth impeaching?” He does damage every damn day! Whoever you may be who bows to T&^%$, smooths the way for T$%#&, enables him, ignores him, are you thinking “This is a good look for me”? “This will get me reelected”? Reelection concerns have no place in the policy/confirmation/law-creating decision-making processes of Congress. You know what does? The overall welfare and benefit to the American citizenry, who by the way are not corporations.“The best way to rid ourselves of T#$@^ is for the American people to vote him out of office,” it’s been said. WRONG. Are you nutz? Can the Republican Party be so brain-dead as to sanction him again? WRONGER. Not when the incumbent is Satan with a spray tan.

He cannot be nominated again, he cannot be allowed to run again, he cannot be given a .01 chance of winning—again! He cannot be allowed to complete his term. The world has to witness the United States of America removing this chancre sore from the presidency. The world has to know we will not tolerate his contempt for the American people, the Constitution, the rule of law, and the whole rest of the world.

Why? Why? Why? Someone tell me why.

How any educated, humane individual

can continue, after his many misfires in terrorist emergencies and internationally sensitive scenarios, to offer him the respect of his office, which he has so grievously failed to earn, is beyond belief. This has been a hopeless, wearing, depressing two+ years for this country; this blatantly un-American bully needs to be called out—AND BY REPUBLICANS!—on every transgression of office he has ever committed, and no more chicken-shit looking the other way. He needs to be told, by Congress, you cannot act like this! You’re embarrassing the country and your party, and disgracing our reputation as a world power and it’s intolerable. You can no longer allow him to get away with it; otherwise you are putting party or perhaps cowardice above country and betraying billions of Americans and citizens of the world. If this phony fraudster makes it to 2020, it will be your, Congress’s, fault.


I hold responsible for this travesty of justice

we call the T&*%$ administration. He may have with smoke and mirrors finagled his way into a job, but it is your solemn and sworn duty to get rid of him. He has made a farce of his oath of office and the office itself. There is no political consideration more significant than cleansing the soul of the nation of him. Can he even be held responsible for himself, this delusional narcissistic psycho with barely a grip on reality? I pity him, because despite being surrounded by devoted family, staff sycophants, and ass-kissing Republicans, he does not have a trusted best friend (who might have warned him about the toilet paper on his shoe on the plane), because your best friend is the one who tells you what you don’t want to hear. That person would take him aside and calmly advise him, “D%$#&*, the best thing you can do for yourself, your family, this country and the world, is to step down, and take Pence with you. It’s the only way you will leave office with a shred of dignity. After that, I recommend you commit hara kiri. It’s the only way you will leave this earth with any honor.”

Short of that, let him buy his own private island, move all his “base” supporters there, and reign as Supreme Leader for Life with his own population of rallying AK-47-bearing chanters sucking up to him. Then the Trumpeters can trumpet his glory unto the heavens and leave the rest of us alone.

Often when I sign petitions

the personal comment I add is “Straighten up and fly right.” You know that song. Or the other, Accentuate the Positive. “Don’t mess with Mr. In-between.” That’s Congress for you: Mr./Ms./Whatever In-between–because D@#$% T&*%# is somehow! after 900+ days! still! in office! Of the dozens (100s?) of things that have been a national disgrace for the past few years, his continued occupancy of the Oval is unconscionable. He is the fourth worst person in the world. The first three are Kim Jong Un, Putin and Mohammed bin Salman—his heroes, his loved ones. He no doubt envies their superior positions and won’t rest ‘til he’s at the top of the garbage heap.

Really, what is wrong with you people?

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What kind of sick codependent abusive relationship do you tolerate with this jester? How has he entrapped you? What does he have on every one of you who refuse to toss him on the junkyard of history? If you betray your loyalty, will he sic the Russian Mafia on you? You should have “wrong side of history” reverse-tattooed on your foreheads to remind you in your morning and evening mirrors just how low you have sunk.

Gone are the days

of “anyone can grow up to be president.” This is not an entry-level position. Requirements: 10 years of tax returns and proof of citizenship to be submitted with application to Dept. of Elections. Literacy test. High school-level reading comprehension test. Psychiatric assessment before nomination. Desirable: Degree in law, political science, economics, history; demonstrated leadership in prior elected office or public service positions.


Pardon my generalities, those of you to whom this tirade does not apply. I exclude any decent, honest, educated, science-savvy patriot Rep or Senator (you know who you are) from my despair. You have my respect and gratitude, all you who have the best interests of the American public at heart. The Republican Party clearly does not. They want to make it as difficult as possible to be a human being on earth so they can keep their boots to our necks because no amount of power is ever enough power, just as no amount of money is ever enough to ensure that humanity continues to want and suffer.

The literal heel of oppression

They want to keep take, take, taking

from others no matter how pretty they’re sitting, just in case we ever get well off enough or educated enough to rise up and render them irrelevant. For instance, the tiresome and misplaced threat to defund Social Security, erroneously called an entitlement but already paid for by American citizens. Could it possibly not be against the law to raid those funds belonging to those who put them there? No one calling themselves public servants could be hypocrite enough to deprive our most vulnerable citizens of basic survival care, or conspire to restrict the vote.

Unfortunately the genuine public servants among you are part and parcel of a wasteland of namby-pamby bloviating blowhards who mouth platitudes and give our criminal president a free ride, an ineffectual body of vascillating wimps who are not getting the job done–the #1 job being GET RID OF D$%#^& T$@%&. I don’t care what else is on your agenda, Congress, straighten up and fly right. THROW THE BUM OUT, or resign your office.

So many American problems

could be solved by reversing T$$$$’s tax breaks for fat cats (but as someone put it, “he has to repay his donors”). But guess what? We don’t need to raise taxes or cut programs to solve our budgetary challenges. Where’s the money going to come from?
Out of that big blue slice of pie will come across-the-board raises for all teachers and first responders, funds for infrastructure repair and replacement, Medicare for All, Social Security expansion, retraining fossil fuel workers for solar and wind energy jobs, habitat restoration, and your pet project.

Let’s start with this premise:

An American citizen should be the most privileged, protected, and proudest in the world. America should be the world leader in education, conservation, public transportation, pollution remediation, sustainable farming, habitat preservation, species protection, homelessness and starvation solutions, ecological restoration, medical research, industry and manufacturing, and civil rights protections. We should be proud to subsidize our citizens to become the best-educated in the world. Instead we are foremost in corporate greed and corrupt political shills. We should be ashamed–I am ashamed–that any American citizen can risk bankruptcy over an illness, or end their life in squalor with no guaranteed long-term care and minimum-wage attendants in some subpar facility. Did you know, Medicare is health insurance; if you are going to require Medicaid coverage for long-term nursing, and you gave your daughter a $25 birthday gift within the last five years, you (someone) has to pay it back before you can get coverage? I’m not making that up! Don’t be giving all your money away without considering the “five-year look-back.”

We should be assured

that American citizenship shields us from foreign interference, natural and climate change disaster losses, poverty, starvation and homelessness, not only because of our oft-heralded status as richest country in the world (that’s hype) but because our government values and respects our humanity and believes every American, by virtue of their citizenship, is entitled to the opportunity to pursue liberty and happiness. Isn’t that how this country started?

A friend remarked

that his 75-year-old grandmother still works in the floral shop down the street. Oh, she doesn’t want to retire? She can’t afford to! No one can! Have you been to the Giant store down the street? There’s nothing but seniors bagging groceries. If that’s the case, we have failed. We, as a society, have failed.

He’s right, all right.

If a senior can’t afford to retire and enjoy home security, guaranteed health care, long-term care, and funeral benefits, we have failed.

Oh my Grace I got no hiding place

Has anyone ever dared

to say to T#$%^ to his face: “Mr. President, you are lying. What you just said is an easily demonstrable lie. What gives you the right to tell obvious lies to the American people? What kind of fools do you take us for?” “Hah! The kind who would elect me.”

If he said to me, an ordinary citizen, as he did to a CNN reporter, “You are a rude, terrible person,” I would say, “I guess the rudest and most terrible of them all would know! I don’t care what your job title is; you do not speak to me like that.” We all deserve the ordinary respect of civility, but that does not exempt us from the right to confrontation when we are abused. Trump is “wrong all over the place” and must be sanctioned every single time he crosses the line, if there are any left to be crossed.

There’s no doubt America’s founders

committed genocide against native inhabitants to seize this land and there’s no doubt that white male racist slave-owning landowners seized control of voting and lawmaking. Those are facts. There’s no doubt that racism, discrimination, and oppression are still going strong here in the US, as we have a president who champions these things, embodies them, promotes them, and reinforces the “rights” of the privileged to feel superior to others.

There’s an active shooter instructional video

at 30th St. Station in Philadelphia! How to (try to) save your own life and perhaps others’. What a crying shame. Anyone accepting contributions from the NRA, you have so much blood on your hands you’re now swimming in it. How does that work? They make a campaign contribution so you “owe” them, and if you don’t act in their favor, you won’t get any more money from them next time? Or do they pass actual stacks of bow-tied cash under your desks? I did hear some good news though. Aren’t they on the verge of bankruptcy? No more campaign contributions and suddenly you’ll be all about gun control.

Perhaps guns are part and parcel of the good ol’ boy mentality that maneuvered K onto the Supreme Court despite his obvious juvenile flaws of character and temperament.

Attention: Mitch McConnell, Lindsay Graham, Justice (hah!) Kavanaugh—your GOB network is being dismantled as you sleep on your 1000-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Oh, you put up a valiant defense of changing the narrative with history-making hysterical men’s tantrums on national TV. Can you imagine the blowback from a woman of color acting like that?

Of course eventually getting your way was worth the cost of making complete fools of yourself on the world stage. No one will remember that once Fracker K is wearing that robe. And perhaps good ol’ boys are the father to the warrior?

That is the T%$&# era in a nutshell—

the need for citizens to protect themselves from terrorism and often from law enforcement, rather than sane and sensible laws keeping us safe—that and the horrific shameful sickening image of a smiling border patrol officer emptying out water bottles humanitarians have left for the refugees. He was high-fiving his crew over Budweiser Light that night. If I didn’t have family obligations in the US, I would already be gone.

If T%#&$ has a shred of concern

for the country for which he so lamentably and incompetently serves as figurehead (he doesn’t), he will admit (he never will) that HE is our greatest security risk and resign his office without delay (he won’t); if he cannot be convinced of this by rational advisers (he can’t be), I call upon the House of Representatives to initiate impeachment proceedings immediately (now, today). I beg you not to waste one more second of America’s time accommodating this insane fracker. You owe it to Hatice Cengiz (who?), a doctoral student in Istanbul and Jamal Khashoggi’s fiancée, and to Jamal Khashoggi, to every refugee and asylum seeker on the border, to every lover of peace and decency around the world, to show this joker the door.


(Fracking is more offensive than f*cking.)

That was my instant reaction when this alert showed up on my phone:

What does this have to do with me, our families, the ordinary citizens of the US or Iran? Hey armies of the world, call a strike. Don’t show up for work. Why should a country’s citizens fight the senseless hateful wars of its leaders? Let them duke it out mano a mano in a boxing ring. World “leaders” who lead us only into disaster, death, famine and war, we are sick of your lust for land and money and power and world domination. What are you so lacking in that you can’t stand anyone else having it, or anything at all? No amount of resources you can commandeer will fill the void of your hunger for control of others or the hole in your soul. It’s a sad, sad situation.

Source: Flobots [published pending sanction from Flobots]

I encourage the billionaires of this world

to prioritize some of the obvious challenges calling for immediate resolution. Some of you have, and made quite a difference, but there is so much more the lot of you can do to advance human progress. Your piles of wealth extend for generations into the future of your heirs and beneficiaries, but guess what—the planet does not!


is all about priorities.

“World hunger and its devastating effects can be eradicated with a fraction of the United States Federal Budget…— $30 billion per year [estimated by the UN] is needed to end world hunger; $737 billion per year is the amount Congress spends on Defense.” (
How many 000,000,000s of dollars got wasted on T$#@%&’s July 4th ego fireworks?


No, we didn’t need that for anything else. Certainly not to reunite refugee families, provide them with medical care and basic supplies, and offer them the future they came here looking for. Had I been asked, I’m sure I would have preferred the funds go to an awkward rained-out personal party for the president (I don’t actually know anything about it, I didn’t pay attention). Reminds me of Bush II’s frivolous reelection inauguration ball ($150M+). Inauguration costs are split by private donations to inauguration committees (fun) and the taxpayer (security etc.), but I would be super impressed if they just called the whole thing off. $150M? Too much! Let’s build some hospitals instead in our first 100 days in office.


Why is there never, ever

a lack of funds to build a $152,000,000 Raptor fighter jet?

This is the worst time in human history

to have a loose cannon making decisions about our future, assuming unabated climate change does not deprive us of it. What a hateful, embarrassing, shameful face we put to the world!


Humanity is at a crossroads

in our evolution. Either we are going to prioritize the quality of life for all people and all species living in this volatile environment, or we devolve and doom ourselves. The #1 emergency condition is the state and fate of our planet and the immoral incompetent who has jurisdiction over much of it. This is where we live, fools! All our lives, all our own futures and that of coming generations (would) take place here. Is a $7B border wall more urgent? Frack you T%^&$#! Constantly manufacturing “illegal and unconstitutional” wars for war’s sake, which somehow still manage to be waged? Look at all the species and habitats we have already wiped out! Are we ourselves next? “In the end, nature rules. We’re just a part of it.” – Jose Martino Amoedo, wilderness survival expert.


There is NO MORE CRUCIAL consideration

than the actions we must take to admit our mistakes and correct them. At this specific time in the history of our species, all of humanity must cooperate to reverse the stunning damage we have done in our short history as the top of the food chain. We can’t be out there stupidly threatening each other with aggressive actions. How we respond determines our fate as the human race! If ever there was a time and motivation for the peoples of the world to come together, is this not it? Come on people now! Smile on your brothers!

Source: Know Your World

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Oh big whoop. OK, so you had a fancy red chair. Where are you now, fracker? Someone or other’s throne, The Hermitage, St. Petersburg, Russia.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

We are the custodians of the earth. We are obligated to manage and shepherd our resources. It is our duty to future generations to maintain them and perpetuate them. We must exhibit respect for all people, all species, all habitats. Earth is where we make our stand.

Where do you stand, Congress?

Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

Close the Camps march passes the Museum of the American Revolution, Philly 2019

This column was brought to you by the First Amendment and my desire to reclaim my country before Congress gives it away.

“The most violent element in society is ignorance.”
Emma Goldman


An Open Letter to President Trump

Mister President,

My hometown of Philly

is home to the Museum of the American Revolution, and that in turn is home to George Washington’s war tent. When the curtain went up on that thing, I cried, and cried all the way out to the street­–not out of reverence for what our founding fathers went through to get this newborn nation on its feet–but because it somehow tragically and ironically led to your being elected president.

How far we have fallen from grace!

Do me two favors please.

The first is see “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” In it Fred Rogers explains he went right from the seminary to television because he could see how useful a tool it could be and it was being squandered on cheap entertainment. You are also possessed of perhaps (no pun intended) the most powerful tool in the world–the presidency of the United States–and you are squandering it with your own ego, ignorance, and intolerance.

Mister Rogers

was criticized for raising a generation of entitled spoiled brats who felt they didn’t need to work or achieve anything to be loved. They’d been taught by him that every human being is inherently, by inalienable right, entitled to love, support, acceptance, guidance, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Revolutionary! He said,

Let’s take the gauntlet and make goodness attractive…That’s the real job that we have. I’m not talking about Pollyann-ish kind of stuff, I’m talking about down-to-earth actual goodness. People caring for each other in a myriad of ways, rather than people knocking each other off all the time… What changes the world? The only thing that ever really changes the world, is when somebody gets the idea that love can abound, and can be shared…No matter what our particular job, especially in our world today, we all are called to be tikkun olam, repairers of creation. Thank you for whatever you do, wherever you are, to bring joy and light and hope and faith and pardon and love to your neighbor and to yourself.

Tikkun olam

(Hebrew: literally ‘repair of the world’) is a concept in Judaism of the aspiration to behave and act constructively and beneficially. That is what being a role model and setting examples is about. The only example you’re setting is how to start the second civil war and the third world war.

The second favor is,

straighten up and fly right. Show respect for yourself and the citizens of this weary land by resigning your office without delay, so the healing can begin. Accept the consequences of your behavior and take it like a man. It is the only way you will leave your office and legacy with any semblance of honor. And you will generate the sigh of relief heard ‘round the world.


Alexandra Jones
American Citizen
Philadelphia, PA

It’s a sad, sad situation


of Benjamin Franklin

at his printing press, out of frame, is a homeless man unable to piss. On the street he had excused himself to take care of business but, perhaps self-conscious at my proximity, could not complete the mission, he confided.

We were on our way

to The Hub, a social service agency beneath Suburban Station in Philadelphia, whence we’d been referred by the EMT personnel who’d picked him up off the street some ten minutes earlier. I’d spotted him passed out in front of the JFK Behavioral Center I had just visited, and was about to take a picture, as I am a street photographer (aka social documentarian); then I noticed a walker lying on top of him and thought he must have fallen over.

I crossed over and snapped my fingers in his face. “Excuse me sir,” snap, “excuse me, excuse me, sir,” snap, “do you need assistance?” snap snap “Do you need to go to a hospital?”

He had just come from a hospital.

He’d been admitted to Hahnemann the night before with various cuts and bruises, and they must have needed the bed. They awoke him at 5:00 a.m. and told him he had to leave. He still had his hospital ID tags on his wrist.

He was in a daze.

He had been walking around since dawn, five hours, and figured he must have fallen asleep on his feet. Down he went and clunked his head. It took him a minute, confused and blinking, to realize someone was talking to him. I snapped my fingers repeatedly to rouse him as he attempted to sit up. No, don’t try to get up, I told him, I’m calling 9-1-1. A paramedic from Hahnemann happened to pass by, gave him the once-over and said he’d be OK until the EMT arrived.

“Thanks for caring,”

he added as he walked off.

I had come downtown because the night before I was on the web investigating support groups and it so happened the next monthly meeting for one I was interested in was the next day at 10:00 a.m. I am a rabid night person and didn’t get to sleep until 5:30 a.m. that morning, but I still set my alarm for 8:00 a.m., thinking what if it changes my life? It would have been super easy and so very like me to blow it off, but maybe I’d meet someone who would tell me something I need to hear. Before I left that morning, I called all four phone numbers on the website, including the national office, and only one, someone’s personal voice mail, was in service, but she did mention the name of the group in her message. She may have already left for the meeting herself.

I explained I was trying to determine if the support group was still active, though it seemed unlikely, and more unlikely that she’d return the call in time to catch the train for the meeting that was even more unlikely would happen. I was up and dressed so I decided to take a chance and head over there, because the facility was near the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts and I figured I’d go see the Chuck Close photo exhibit if nothing else.

So on 2 ½ hours’ sleep

I took the 8:49 and walked over there from Suburban Station. I was not surprised to find the door chained and padlocked, but there were several phone numbers posted on the glass door so I called the first one.

I said I was looking for a support group meeting supposedly happening there at 10:00 a.m.; they told me they hadn’t met there in seven months. OK fine, I’d expected that, but PAFA doesn’t open until 11:00, so I went off in search of breakfast. Nothing doing north on Broad, so I doubled back and spotted, right in front of the same padlocked door, Karl (I’ll call him) lying on the street.

When the EMTs arrived,

they helped him wobble to his feet and I explained he’d been ejected from Hahnemann, collapsed, and knocked his head on the concrete. I handed him a SEPTA token he had lost. They gave him a cursory examination, determined there was no obvious critical injury, and suggested we head over to The Hub where he could get coffee, shower and change his clothes.

“You’re not going to drive him there? He’s on a walker.”

“No, we’re not allowed to do that.”

Apparently 9-1-1

is not a taxi service for homeless people.

“I was just unconscious on the street! What more would it take for them to help me?”

They took off and I said I’d escort him to The Hub. It wasn’t far but between his slow gait, dazed condition, and his failure to pee, it took about 20 minutes to traverse the couple of blocks. He apologized for moving so slowly and thanked me profusely for stopping to help.

“God sent you to me,” he said.


is that my pal Pete’s and my nickname for him is “God who does not exist.” I’d once spontaneously exclaimed to him, “Thank God!” and hurriedly tacked on “…who does not exist.”

Karl told me his many injuries were the result of having been kidnapped and beaten for the past month. Though he was generally lucid and even personable, this of course sounded nuts, and I left it at that.

When finally we got to The Hub, there were two flights of stairs to navigate. I held his walker and he grasped the rail with both hands. Life was moving in slo-mo. At the landing I told him to wait there while I checked the place out. At the bottom of the stairs was the second padlocked door of the day. Closed on Sundays. What kind of social service agency is closed on Sunday? Doesn’t society need to be serviced every day? I apologized for making him come down the first staircase without checking it out beforehand.

I was at a bit of a loss.

I called 9-1-1 back and explained that EMTs had directed us to The Hub but it was closed and did they have any suggestions. I said the fellow had had a head injury and I wanted to get him somewhere safe.

“No, it’s not a medical emergency—it’s a human emergency.”

There was a pause on both ends of the line. She did offer two phone numbers to try; the first was out of service, the second continuously busy. Wow, now what? He said he had a lot of friends in West Philly and would likely head over there.

“Well can you make it?

Should I put you on the trolley?”

He wouldn’t admit he was homeless, but 9-1-1 must see cases like his all the time, though I hate to reduce him to a “case.” Is that what you call a broken person? I had come downtown myself feeling like a broken person. I could be a lot more broken. I stood on the sidewalk perplexed and helpless.

He suggested coffee at the McDonald’s, where I bought him some oatmeal and he revived a bit. He was rather gabby and repeatedly expressed his gratitude that I’d come to his assistance. I pointed out the restroom where he didn’t have to pee behind a statue. I felt responsible for him and while he was gone researched men’s shelters on my phone, called a place named Sunday Breakfast and spoke to the chaplain, a patient, caring sort who gave detailed instructions for how to gain entrance on Pearl Street. He could have lunch there.

We chatted a bit about our lives. He’d been married to a decent woman and lost that to drinking. He assured me this was a temporary phase and once he was healed and back on his feet things would change. He took his time over coffee and I felt the pricklings of impatience. I said I wanted to walk him to the shelter and make sure he was looked after.

“Let’s get some ice cream!”


Let’s go to a movie!”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Let’s just have coffee and chat.” I said look, there’s coffee at the shelter, but he was resistant.

“They’re just going to lock me up.

Don’t you know that’s what those places are for?”

Feeling not at all streetwise I said, “I think it’s a social service agency and a shelter where you can gather your wits in a safe environment. You may have a concussion. You need to be somewhere you can be monitored.”

“I just want to finish my coffee,” of which 3/4s remained. I wanted to help but this was becoming a career and I was exasperated with his lack of cooperation.

“I’m not going to adopt you!”

I said firmly.

“Well I didn’t ask you to burp me, I just want to finish my coffee!”

He started to slump a bit and I was wanting to leave. “Do not put your head on the table. You can’t fall asleep in a restaurant, they’ll call the police,” I said with a bit of edge in my voice. “Now you have a choice. Either you let me escort you to the shelter right now, or you’re on your own.” He didn’t budge and picked the coffee up again.

“OK, if you need somewhere to go,” I said, writing the address of the shelter on a newspaper and placing it in front of him, “go here.” I picked up my stuff and turned to go.

“Give me your phone number!”

I ignored him, and walked out the door.

What a relief!

It’s not every problem you can just walk away from. I’d done all I could for him: woke him up off the street, called 9-1-1, walked him to The Hub, bought him breakfast and found a shelter for him, but he was resisting me. Basta! I’m not good with impatience; I start to get mean and defensive.

And that was that.

It was time for him to go back to being his own problem. He couldn’t possibly follow me; it would take him five minutes just to get up. Suddenly “outside” became “the air of freedom.”

I called Pete up later

and told him it’s possible that I myself am proof that God exists, because someone had said to me, “God sent you to me.” We still agreed he does not.

But I find myself remembering the episode with wonder. It had started the night before with looking for the website. Without that, nothing. I’d forced myself out of bed and taken the train to Center City. I didn’t go to the meeting I’d sought, I didn’t go to the Chuck Close exhibit—in effect I’d gotten up and gone downtown and walked to the very spot I would find him collapsed a scant few minutes later.

Had God sent me?

I think it was just something that happened.

The woman never did call me back.

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