Warning.

The mug I get this morning says God Bless America I think about it for a minute before I put my coffee in it like most coffee drinkers I have a ceramic favorite, this is not it, this would never be it, and yet lately it is.

What why because I believe in reproductive rights and protecting and serving the poor I can't believe in God Bless America.  I never get in to it because it's all rhetoric and politicin.  My brother posted outrage on Facebook upset that paperless workers in Maryland get in-state tuition, I paved part of the way when I worked for the college, at least the part that would transition the students, once they were literate in two languages and not just their foreign born tongue, in to training to become nurses, receive their CDL licenses, auto-tech.  Occupational training.   The ugly white privileged arrogance that has no room for a class that's not college-bound or college-raised.  Blindness:  not seeing history for what it is.  A living breathing artifact in our own hands, always in the process of the next change.  The whole idea that because paperless workers are currently not being taxed means they are a drain.  HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK CAPLESS WEALTH IS SUPPORTED??  When they get amnesty, which they will (and you will lock your doors afraid of their brown skin, same as your ancestors did when blacks were let out of chains, projecting hate and fear because it's what's in your, not their, heart) then perhaps we will have an economy a wee more balanced again, but more important, at least in Maryland, the workforce will have closed the gap right here at home by assisting the otherwise ignored segment of our population who are laborers meant to be skills-men or trades-people and not necessarily white-collar, college-bound.  And as if, for example, because I am an educator and a thinker this somehow also means I believe our veterans shouldn't be taken care of?  That because I believe one thing I also believe something else?  If I could I would hold every one of  you soldiers to my breast and mat your hair and help you breathe again.  Half-price groceries the rest of your life and shitty medical care, how bout it!  In exchange for the haunted looks, the sin-stain of all the blood of mother's that could've been yours over there, of kids that played as you once did kicking balls and wearing t-shirts playing in the dirt.  If I could you would get the payment of movie-stars when you returned home.   And their influence, the power they have to get folks to listen, too.

Fuck all those assholes on facebook the liberals the conservatives the tea partyers and the bashing- democrats.  Get out there and BE the change shut the fuck up about what you think.  You think what the dumb-box in your living room and the fright over your retirement plan tells you to.  All your punditing doesn't matter at the end of the day even the choice you think you make: the little check in the ballot box a square black and white box constructed by money that lobbyers pay.  That democratic old white man lobbyers and republican old white man lobbyers.  I'm righteous as hell but at least I know where I stand, can tell my asshole from my own two feet.  

God Bless America, I am about to go out again and worship on her soil.  As I did those years ago.  I am about to go out again and celebrate her land.  She is living and breathing, too, hers are the oceans that wash up on other lands in to other oceans she is wise and in her sacred vision, with her sacred power, sees no difference with all her wisdom she too calls all them her own.  All cards come due.