Saturday, September 14, 2013

American Exceptionalism? Well MLB Still Hold to the "World Series" Notion Too!

Why can we no longer boldly hold on to "American Exceptionalism" and why is that a phrase that we longer have the right to claim?

Well, I took the lyrics to the Irving Berlin song "Give Me Your Tired" and I will broke it down, line by line for you.

  • Give me your tired, your poor, "we will overwork them, put them into one room flats, force them to pay a deposit in order to turn the lights on, refuse them to drink if they cannot afford the water service, or if they cannot afford $2 a bottle for drinking water" oh and then make them feel less than because we labeled them "poor" 
  • Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; "we will put them into housing projects where they are unable to breathe freely due to the quality of air in our cities"
  • The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, "we will now only accept people who are engineers, people who can make more money for the big 10 who do not pay taxes."
  • Send these, the homeless, "only send us those capable of making 6 or more figures in their first year, oh hell, Big Blue says forget American ingenuity and smart people, it is cheaper and smarter "over there, over there!"
  • Tempest-tossed to me "enthusiastically they come, and those already here, are ignored"
  • I lift my lamp beside the golden door! "Sorry Charlie, the cost of oil is too high, but, I will give you a free phone, that will light your way!"
  • Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, "we drove him to his knees, he now bows before gods of another type."
  • With conquering limbs astride from land to land;" our days of conquering have left us broke"
  • Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand "shining strong through the smog"
  • A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,
  • And her name, Mother of Exiles. "yes, she creates exiles wherever she goes."
  • From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;" come on in, we have property for sale that our people here cannot afford."
  • Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor That twin cities frame. " we allowed for the twin towers to topple and with it our understanding of the middle class."
  • "Keep, Ancient Lands, your storied pomp!" "we did our history, but, we ignored the fall of man before."
  • Cries she with silent lips. "what have I done, what have I done!"
  • Give me your tired, your poor, "please do not give me more! here I deplore, hate and abort. Poor is not a name we like too much, unless it helps to stuff the box!"
  • Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; "wanna a fresh air hit, stop in at the O2 bar on central Ave. Oh, sorry, I forgot, breathing free is for the one percent!"
  • The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, "homelessness is alive and well, we welcome women by the scores!"
  • Send these, the homeless, "they are stupid and lazy that's what we think, shut them up quickly give em' a drink!"
  • Tempest-tossed to me "A land of the free and home of the brave, is now a lost ship filled with depraved."
  • I lift my lamp beside the golden door! "the last one to leave turn the light out, refuse to let Wall Street have one more of our cents." 

American Exceptionalism? Cub's fans still believe they can win the pennant, MLB still claims themselves to be the center of the world, by calling their advertising coup the "World" series, when in fact it doesn't even have a team in every one of the 50 states, thereby not even representing the United States, let alone the World, and we still put high school sports way before we put materials into the hands of our children who lag behind many parts of the world academically. We still proclaim that our music, culture, sports, government, is the superior way. Wake up America, we are only a small part of the 7+ billion on this planet. But, we are the nation that believes that the 1% gets to lay claims against the rest of the 99. Is that what makes us exceptional? Maybe American justice when claimed to be blind actually was referring to blind ignorance.

Friday, September 13, 2013

She'll Dance Again...

She is there hidden among the taller trees, can you see her?
 Significant to many and shrouded among the evergreens
 Rounder than most and maybe not as tall
 Her straight back is bending by the weight of so many years
 Still strong, and holding on
 If you watch and wait, you will see it happen the gentle,
swaying, reaching, caressing of her finger like leaves,
 Weeping now and then, then raising up to laugh singing as the wind tickles and reminds her
she is still alive remarkable to be here at this time and moment each new rain fall brings change, rebirth,
 She longs to dance, to be scene, to be adored, her messy long hair changing color with the breeze she is lost among the trees,
 Let her cry for she's a lady,
 Let her dream for she's a child
 Let her scream out in hope for she is wild
 Weeping willow,
you're daddy's favorite
 weeping willow I take refuge in your shade
 while you wait to dance again.