Thoughts on July 4, 2020
There was no spring this year. Here we are in the midst of summer and there’s been no spring. We missed it while huddling in our houses, trying to avoid what we thought was the peak of the pandemic. Let it be known that in 2020 there were no glorious, barefooted, sun-splashed school children excitedly celebrating the end of the school year and the start of summer.
They were inside with their frightened parents, waiting for the disease and the fear to subside.
We thought it would be over by now. It is not. They’re still renting refrigerated truck trailers to store the bodies. We came out too early. Now it’s more contagious. You party, you pay. Maybe with your life.
When will it end? When will things be normal again? Will things ever be normal again? Maybe not. Definitely not for those who have lost husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, grandparents, and yes, children. For them, there will not be a return to normal. It’s gone. Forever. For some.
Now it’s July Fourth — Independence Day. Are we still independent? Is America ok?
No. It’s not ok. We’re once again holed up in fear of getting a disease that may kill us. People with common sense are staying in and losing summer, too. Some don’t care. There are always those who do not care. They keep the pandemic alive and hungry for new victims. They feed the beast.
In allegiance to an insane and treasonous liar, they will perpetuate the misery that cloaks America. They feed the beast. Both beasts.
Many will suffer. Many will die. Many have seen the last of their loved ones — they just don’t know it yet.
Meanwhile he will have his rallies. He will continue to feed the pandemic the fresh bodies of his followers. The dollar is more important, of course, than the heartbeat of Americans. More important than the very air we breathe.
The hideous machines are running, pumping oxygen to those who cannot breathe, cannot speak, cannot see loved ones, cannot say goodbye. Tubes crammed down their throats, they’re in hell they must think.
Celebrate? The great and good USA that once was?
Independence can be celebrated only when the Russian puppet is out of our White House, when our police stop killing us, when our soldiers don’t have bounties on their heads, when the poor can eat and black people can finally achieve equality.
He tells us the stock market is good, the economy is well. Why, then, can we not buy groceries and pay the rent? Why, then, do the numbers of homeless continue to swell?
Celebration this forth of July is an abomination. There’s a man in the White House who would loose our own troops on us. There is disease about. Dangerous disease. The free sons of black mothers are being murdered for being black. Our children are angry. People are sick and hungry.
We’re waiting for things to be “normal” again, but the normal we knew is gone. Hope is fading. There’s a reckoning. America cries as she realizes she is mortally wounded.
There can only be a new normal. It will not come easy. It cannot come with a maniac in the highest office.
