SENSITIZE 48
Every morning, Mr. Cring takes a personal moment with his friends.
Today: Good cheer–the only way humans find COMMON solutions SINCE we have common problems.
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Sit Down Comedy … May 15th, 2020
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1777
In the frigid squall of a Nor’easter, a people of revolution discovered themselves without victory, their Declaration of Independence descending into an anemic squeal.
Hopelessness.
1862
American brothers and sisters embroiled in an un-Civil War, where those who still desired a Union were being butchered weekly on the battlefields, bleeding for a lost cause.
Maddening despair.
1929
As the year draws to a close, a nation which has survived a World War, a pandemic flu and a crime spree brought on by Prohibition, is completely swept away by a nationwide depression, making one and all paupers.
A nonsensical horror.
1940
The British Isles left as the only nation standing between civilization and complete domination by a tyrant from Germany.
Terror from the skies.
2001
The sunshine over New York City, Washington, D.C. and eastern Pennsylvania is suddenly blackened by the religious fanaticism of men who thought they were doing the will of God.
Breathless devastation.
For the human race to have no apparent solution or doorway to possibility is nothing new.
Covid-19 is not a worse adversary than terrorism, Nazis, financial devastation, slavery and domination by a foreign power.
We just need to hear the words again.
Someone needs to speak them, and then we need to say them to one another and continue reciting them until our brains sprout minds of wisdom to guide us to the next step in restoring our dominion on Earth.
Covid is a virus—it has not come to replace us.
We are not its servants.
We are not without insight, history and potential.
The words need to be spoken:
“There is no temptation that is not common to all men. But God shall provide the way of escape.”
Somewhere between our American brethren who want to save their political asses, and the members of our family, who are halted in fear and don’t know what to do is the necessity of hearing a George Washington, an Abraham Lincoln, a Franklin Roosevelt, a Winston Churchill, and yes—Rudy Giuliani.
- We are not going to walk out of this.
- We are not going to crawl out of this.
- We will need to define a realistic plan that leaves room for error and adjustment.
And then, as a people…
We must march out of this.
1 Thing We Need to Stop Saying if We Want Things to Get Better
“There is no one quite like me.”
Yes, there is.
And yes, there are.
Millions and billions of human cousins inhabit a small sphere floating in an enormous cosmos, with the heavens declaring, “Be fruitful and multiply,” not “Be fruitful and specify.”
We have so much in common that we fight.
We are a multiplication desperately attempting to avoid division.
If our beauty is skin deep and our color barely covers a first coat, then what lies inside us is equally internal and eternal.
Beware those who desire to gain by stealing the precious identity and purpose of others.
There is someone like you.
There are many like you.
You are set aside from the animal kingdom to be a part of the human race.
You are worth many sparrows.
But you are not sharing a different neighborhood.
It is contingent on those who understand that there is no temptation that is not common to us all—nor any blessing that should be withheld—to step forward and silence the money-grubbing, selfish sons-of-a-bitches who want to turn us against one another just so for a moment, they can look on their offspring as superior.
This is the one thing we must stop saying. “There is no one quite like me.”
If you are not happy being part of an eight-billion-person party, then please quietly go off by yourself with your own bag of chips to the nearest cave—and feel special.
3 Things … February 20th, 2020
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You Can Do to Solve a Problem
1. Admit it is common
2. Isolate the part of the situation that is your responsibility and yours alone
3. Begin reconstruction right there
PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … May 9th, 2018
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Listen to the Poet
What Matters
It is important, I am told
Speak clearly, stand, be bold
No time for me to waver a bit
Be strong, firm, support the shit
Find my place in the fold
For only traitors ever question
And the silly fools try to mention
The unanswered riddle
Or the power of the middle
Silently endorse the conclusion
If blood is red
And God is dead
Women must be weak
Destroy the lowly meek
And honor the common thread
So don’t raise your hand to the sky
To inquire who, what, when and why
Lubricate the system’s joints
By memorizing all the talking points
Muffle your inner cry
Silence! master of the blabber
I am sick in soul over all your jabber
I need to hear beyond my fear
And dare to peer through my single tear
And discover for myself … what matters
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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … November 22nd, 2017
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We Gather
We gather with chatter
To make ourselves fatter
While tastin’ we bastin’
In dreams of a tender bird
Cornbread messing
Oyster dressing
With memories we cry
And celebrate with pie
The punch we are sipping
The gravy made from drippings
Butter up the bread
The table is now spread
Little ones crowd to see
Grandpa has to pee
Who will give the grace
Do it quick with praise
Our cake is angel food
The eggs, a bedeviled brood
The beans are green and onion clad
No one’s favorite scene
But still, all in all, not that bad
‘Taters are creamy
Desserts are dreamy
Coffee is hot
And always a lot
An embarrassing feast
Feeding the humble and least
We gather together
Being thankful for what matters
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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … November 15th, 2017
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He Forgot
He forgot to say thanks
Accused of misuse
She ignored subtle pranks
Suffered wicked abuse
He slept through the dream
And lost a better chance
She sat on the hay
And missed the next dance
He laughed at the warning
And drowned in defeat
She snoozed through the morning
And gave up her seat
He prayed for the sinner
Rejecting the single one
She mocked the latest winner
And never birthed her son
He shouted in the hallway
And left without learning
She heeded the bitcher’s say
The world just kept turning
He forgot
She ignored
Many were shot
I implored
For wisdom is everywhere
For those who watch
And dare to care
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