A new age dawns, of hope of sorts…

An attempted coup was not the bow out I thought I would see at the end of the Trump reign. But in the end he went out with a whimper.

Poetry found its voice in the Amada Gorman recitation of the verse she had written in response to the coup. The coup was as bizarre as it was tragic: the specter of bewildered wandering of the insurrectionists through the offices who couldn’t believe they were where they were was juxtaposed with the dead cop, the shot woman and the others who died in the storming of the Capitol.

The eye of the artist sees the buaty in the plain. Things, people and verse are the same: all has their own beauty to the right eye or ear...
The eye of the artist sees the beauty in the plain. Things, people and verse are the same: all has their own beauty to the right eye or ear…

Looking Forward With Hope and Horror

Rejoining the Paris Climate Accord, taking its role in the world again gives the world a sense of hope again for the future. However, the arms industry is now in control again, so the specters of new international wars is looming in the coming years.

Looking back on the good that was achieved

Trumps reign was not all bad – those who pushed themselves did get ahead, with some of the lowest unemployment rates in ethnic minorities ever seen, echoing the national fall in unemployed numbers.

The strong face off but little actual conflict was a good policy – Trumps craziness was a deterrent enough not to step up too hard on any given issue.

Pro life progress in legislation was showing results in one state going abortion free, and this will be reversed by the new regime. A pro life culture beyond churches and politics will keep the advances made in the fight for life.

 


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