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Perhaps
most chilling is the proposal to draft, without consent, those currently in
college, those planning to attend, or those planning to learn a trade to
support their families. It is a predatory move to stall the intellectual growth
of a generation, trading their potential for the
gears of a war machine and a warmongering, self-serving bigot.
2024
Voter Group: Voted for Trump of Non-College Graduates
(Overall), 56%
White
Non-College Graduates, 67%
College
Graduates, 41%
Postgraduate
Degree Holders, 33%
Concern
Status Going into the Midterms 2026
Cost
of Living is ranked as the #1 priority by 84%
of voters across all demographics.
Ethical
Confidence: Only 21% of Americans
express confidence that the President acts ethically in office.
Public
Services: “A majority of voters express
dissatisfaction with potential cuts to SNAP, Medicaid, and Medicare, citing
these as essential safety nets."
A
Fever-Pitched Fire: Roosevelt’s Call to Action
To
understand the fire needed in our bellies today, we must look back to the
conviction of Franklin D. Roosevelt. In 1933, amidst the suffocating grip of
the Great Depression, he reminded us, "The only thing we
have to fear is fear itself." He understood that fear
is the tyrant's primary tool; it freezes the heart and halts the hand.
Roosevelt
knew that our potential was limited only by our own hesitation: "The
only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today."
He spoke to a generation that felt defeated, telling them they had a "rendezvous
with destiny."
Roosevelt’s
most piercing metric of success, the one that hits the heart of every true
patriot, is the one we are currently failing:
"The
test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who
have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little."
While
Roosevelt called us to our higher destiny, Howard Beale in the 1976 classic
Network gave voice to the visceral rage of the common man. Standing before
the cameras, he didn't offer a policy paper; he offered a roar:
"I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore!"
Beale
spoke of a world where "everything everywhere is going crazy."
He
shouted about the depression, the inflation, and the
"bullshit" of a modern life where we are told to just stay in our
living rooms and be quiet. Today, that bullshit has a new face, an
emperor who mocks the very people he has hoodwinked into silence while he loots
the treasury. We’ve been told to stay quiet while our air, our food, our gas, and our
futures are bartered away. But like Beale, we must realize that the
"tube" isn't reality, the hunger in our bellies and the theft of our
democracy is. First, you must get mad. Then, you
get off your ass and you VOTE!
The
Cost of Apathy in a Global Crisis
While
the "emperor" claims the nation cannot support SNAP, Medicaid, or
Medicare, his focus remains squarely on the profitable machinery of WARS. It
is a pathetic blasphemy. The nerve of a man who
stands outside a church holding a Bible upside down, a perfect metaphor for a
void without a consciousness, proves he has never opened the book he uses as a
prop. Only one who has never truly read those pages could be so incapable of
discerning right from wrong.
The
statistics are a grim testament to this trajectory of neglect:
Metric
Estimated Impact of Policy Changes and Outright Starvation|
Global
Hunger: Over 783 million people face chronic
hunger (UN FAO). |
Poverty-Related
Deaths: Approximately 25,000 people die every day due
to hunger and related causes.
Domestic
Food Insecurity: Recent cuts to nutrition assistance
(SNAP) impact over 40 million Americans.
Healthcare
Access: Rollbacks in federal subsidies have left millions at
risk of losing Medicare/Medicaid coverage.
The
Empty Shell and the Long Red Tie
This
emperor has no heart, no morals, and no rhythm, metaphorically or literally. He
stands there with his big-mouth bluster and his long red ties falling below
stuffed pockets of ill-gotten gains, yet he cannot even dance.
There is no rhythm, no soul, and zero grace. He is an empty shell.
This
blogger has a good teacher for him in the dance department. I bet the pres.
knows how to do a dance called The Chicken.
According
to the footage, Rufus Thomas famously showcased these steps in his high-energy
performance of "Do the Funky Chicken" at the 1972 Wattstax Music Festival.
In
the video, Thomas demonstrates the rhythmic arm-flapping "wings"
and the distinctive backward-kicking leg movements (not seen much of that; the
pres. fights to stand), but those were characteristics of the dance during its
peak popularity. These visual elements provide a striking contrast to this blogger's
description of the current administration's lack of "rhythm, soul, and
grace."
Rufus
Thomas - Do The Funky Chicken (Live at Wattstax, 1972): Watch on YouTube.
Let’s
see how much of that "stolen wealth" he takes with him when he
finally departs. Let’s see who comes to mourn the passing of a man who cared
for no one. In the end, the bluster fades, the pockets are emptied, and all
that remains is the wreckage left behind and dust blowing in the wind.
A
Call to Courage
My
father had a blunt way of dealing with those who lacked the backbone to do the
right thing. To the silent observers watching a nation suffer under a tyrant,
he would say: "Grow some balls."
I
will put it even more plainly: Get off your ass and DO
SOMETHING.
From
the Ground Up
Growing
up, survival wasn't a concept; it was a daily chore. I was born and raised deep
in the country, with more mud between my toes than I can count, along with
whatever else I picked up running barefoot across the yard, through the fields,
and into the creeks. In our world, if it didn't run fast enough, it ended up as
the main course on a dinner table crowded with oddly matched plates.
Every
meal was a testament to the land. We ate fresh-dug taters and side helpings of
flat-pan-fried cornbread, crisp and golden from a heavy cast-iron skillet that
had seen generations of lard and hunger. That skillet was the anchor of the
kitchen, seasoned by years of woodsmoke and necessity.
Life
was tactile and demanding. If we didn't churn the butter, we didn't have any.
Even the livestock seemed to understand the hierarchy of the farm; our only cow
always watched us with a suspicious, sidelong glance while being milked, likely
fearing she was one bad day away from being the next guest of honor on a dinner
plate. It was a life of grit and "plain and simple" reality,
where every bite was earned, and nothing was wasted.
My
roots run deep in this US soil, and I’ll fight like hell to make sure we ALL
survive the terror set before US now. But survival requires movement. You can't
just sit there waiting for the world to fix itself. VOTE!
We
cannot afford the luxury of being "tired." Democracy is not a
spectator sport. When we see the emperor parading his greed and mocking the
very people who believed in him, we must be the ones to point out his
nakedness.
The
Big Blue Tsunami
The
resurrection of this nation will come from the ground up. This
Blue Tsunami is a wave of accountability. It
is a demand for a return to human decency and an enduring grasp of the American
Spirit, the one that believes in NATO, in global partnership, and in the
sanctity of the individual.
We
must remember the warning that looms over every failing democracy: The
liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the growth of private
power to a point where it becomes stronger than the democratic state itself.
The private interests of the few have become a leviathan. It is time to reclaim
the state and fulfill our rendezvous with destiny. The Big
Blue Tsunami is coming.
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Kat Kaelin is a retired Kentucky Probation and Parole officer and an alumna of Western Kentucky University with a B.S. in Behavioral Science and an MFA in Creative Writing and Publishing. Her professional background includes the U.S. Army Medical Corps and a separate 10-year enlistment in the 100th Division. A ghostwriter for over 40 years, she writes under the professional name Cecilia Payne-Kat Kaelin.
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