“…color”

 

From Michael Moore

A withering, devastating interview with Harry & Meghan via Oprah. The Kingdom which first brought slaves here 400 years ago had their current Royal racism outed in all its glorious brutality last night — just how black will her kids be? The Palace refused to provide security for her baby or her husband. Meghan, crushed, depressed, asked to seek help. The Palace — “The Firm” — blocked her from getting mental health services. Meghan, in despair, considered suicide. 

Harry frightfully saw the deja of this — it was the treatment of his dead mother all over again. So it was time to get out. His father wouldn’t return his calls. This airs today in the UK on Commonwealth Day - yes, that British Commonwealth, in which 40% to 60% of its inhabitants are people of color. 

None of this comes as a surprise those of color in the Commonwealth. The British press, when referring to Meghan, uses words like monkey, demon seed, straight outta Compton. It’s good to see where our original White Supremacy came from and how the Mother country embraces it to this day. 

Nobody told us that Oprah was going to air a special on White Supremacy yesterday on the anniversary of the Selma March. Powerful. And the mental health/suicide discussion was so intense and so helpful, I’m certain it will save lives. 

Meghan — observing your wedding in 2018, I remember thinking, oh god, she’ll pay for this. You and Harry conducted what racists saw as a “Black” wedding — complete with an incredible Black American firery preacher giving the sermon and a black gospel choir rockin’ it out. The Royals and the rich sat there stone-faced in the church through it all. 

I thought, she’s cooked. 

The press immediately went after you. I’m so sorry. Thank you for the good works you continue to do. Welcome home. It ain’t perfect here. Today the murder trial of the cop who killed George Floyd begins in Minneapolis. There is much for us all to do. And on this International Women’s Day, congrats on the new baby girl you’ll soon be bringing into this crazy world.

"...Her Planet"

A year of years. Hell on burning greased skates, and it ain't over yet. 2021 is 2020's evil twin. On the upside with industry shut, and people not stinking up the planet as much. Nature made fitful returns. 

The skies were clearing for the first time since the industrial revolution. Animals were wandering city streets, and the seas seem to be cleaning themselves faster that ecologists thought possible.

The Earth Abides.

Or did for most of the last year. 

Industry turned itself back on as fast as it could. Views from space show the filth is almost back to where it was before Nature shut us down. The upside is we now know how strong she is. She cleaned herself in a mater of months. 

A clear first stage cleansing. Far faster than we imagined possible. 

I wrote on this blog that if humanity disappeared it would take 5 million years minimum to recover,...she did it in months. She is a fast, and tough lady!

What we get or should seriously fucking get. 

This is 'Her' planet. Not ours.

"...forever"

 

Charlie.

Model, and electric Diva.

Once thought by some to be a secular saint.

Tho' fashion, and beauty fades.

The heart lives forever.

"...Days go by"

Days are different. Something breathes through my soul. I sense others around me in ways I couldn't when they were in the other world. Now we share an eternity of dreams.

We are not only witnessing history we're making it.

"...curry"

Bob da Bunny in Burning Myanmar negotiates with the Korean Boy Band Mafia. This for the recipe for Eggnog Curry Bourbon. Sez Bob, "...Them maniac kids drives a hard bargain."

"...life, and times"

 

Yes Kiko, and Betty know the boys in the lower panel

are Queer as Eleven Yen Bills.

But how they desire their boyish beauty.

Oh what to do?!

Life is so Damned Complicated.

Affairs of the Heart.

I thought 'you' had the Heroin!

"...speedball"

To pass the time I decided on a new Pagan theology. Something based on Tinkerbelle. I held the first service at dawn in the last open spot in my kitchen cabinet. I put a load of Spam in there as a kind of sacrament. ...it's a start.

Cat Woman seen here over wrought by the intensity of the ceremony passed out into the Holy Spam. However she recovered when given sacramental Ketamine with a coke valium chaser.

 

"...good"

Like my Aunt Sybil said to me when I was little.

After we die "...the world goes on".

Kids go to school daddies go to work, and this most telling.

People go to the bathroom. That last bit brought it completely home for me. This has been a year of years. Life is a gift beyond measure. Make every moment count towards the good.

"...george"

America is an idea.

A shared dream. One based on the Constitution.

Something most have never read,...like the Bible.

Yet have rather profoundly strong opinions about.

As a public service here's our Constitution,...all seven words.

"Life Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness".

These particular words almost didn't make it. They were saved from the cutting room floor by Jefferson. A slave holder who valued such things. Dramatically contradictory, that's us in a nutshell. We're an imperfect, but evolving republic.

Above is ol' slave holding George.

Those profound contradictions again. There as I saw him, and took a snap in COVID ridden Union Square Park. Cousin George still leading us. Through wars famines, and plagues.

America. Wadda show. No wonder the world watches...even joins in.

( This from a year ago during the first week of Lockdown. )