Dear President Trump

Loving My Enemy

Dear President Trump.  The Italians have coalesced around a national saying to confront the coronavirus.  ““Distanto ma Uniti”   “Distant, but United”.

In America, you preach, “Together, no longer United.”

We “United States” of America have become your dysfunctional playground.

Republican vs. Democrat vs. Independent vs. Who Cares.

Fox News vs. Fake News vs. Good News

Your clarion call through your followers is, “Better Dead than old and poor”

To save Big Business, you crave personal control of Trillions of dollars in relief.

The rich hide in their second homes, trembling at the prospect of becoming ‘middle class’ let alone, God forbid, ‘poor.’

The poor simply take their horrible poverty with suffering, tears and prayers to a God who, we’re being told, only speaks to the rich and powerful.

How Apocalyptic!

You reserve Billions for the frightened ‘Cows of Bashan.’  You leave scraps under the rich man’s/woman’s table for Lazurus, his partner and family.

May God bless you Mr. President.  May she fill you with contrition.  May God pour out love and compassion for all people under your care. 032820

Dear President Trump. We have officially entered the Twilight Zone. Who will you come for next?

Now Brit Hume of Fox News echoes the calls for the elderly to die for the American economy. “It is entirely reasonable” that elderly Americans could be fine with dying amid the coronavirus outbreak to save the U.S. economy.

And which economy is that? The economy that continues to deliver food, power and limited health care to us? Or is it the economy that pampers the rich and powerful, feeds their insatiable desires and greed, and is just fine advocating the sacrificial deaths of the poor and elderly and the refugee and uninsured.

You equate your bloated, cruel and greed based economy with the ultimate good of all Americans.

But to achieve this amazing recovery, that’s just around the corner, we must sacrifice the old, the infirm, the vulnerable.

Welcome to the 21st Century version of human sacrifice. This version is sacrifice to the God’s of greed and power.

It begins with voluntary deaths which are being called for now.

Next will come ‘necessary’ deaths for the good of the economy. Of course “we cannot save all.”

Finally, in true Facist tradition, to save the nations wealth and power, we can sequester the “unproductive” Americans to let them die for the economy.

We might even euthanize them to save them from agonizing coronavirus deaths.

We probably won’t use gas chambers.

We’ll just inject ‘comforting’ meds to ease the passing of ‘volunteers’.

God Forgive us for even thinking it. But we are passed that now. Aren’t we. 032620.

Dear President Trump. Oh, what tangled webs we weave. On Monday you said the economy will be reactivated as soon as the administration plans to ease social distancing initiatives.
So, Monday night, Texas Lt. Governor, Dan Patrick told us, grandparents needed to die to save the American economy for… our grandchildren.
Let me get this straight. You want me to die to save a greedy, bloated, profit driven economy for my grandchildren. What hubris. What stupidity. What insane greed. Yes, I would sacrifice myself for my grandchildren. But to go belly up to make the Cows of Bashan richer in the midst of a pandemic???
Sounds like a Nazi propaganda ploy. Or maybe or maybe something out of Putin’s Russia.
Comrade Trump, you must die to make rich Americans richer. That way your grandchildren can survive to serve their wealthy masters.
This Republican trope sounds positively Orwellian. Or maybe from Kafka. Probably more the style of Kurt Vonnegut.
It’s definitely not Christian. Kill the old people so that grandchildren can go back to work for us? Jesus never said that.
What Jesus did say was, Love God, Love your neighbor, Love yourself, Love your enemy.
News flash Mr. President. We senior citizens are your neighbors.
Jesus Loves you. Jesus love me. Jesus loves our children and grandchildren.
Jesus doesn’t love an economy based and greed and wishing people dead.
God forgive us. 032320.

Dear President Trump. A day late and a dollar short my grandfather used to say. My grandmother would retort: Better late than never.

Thank you for finally listening to the experts. No, that does not make you an expert.

You are still the lying, greedy, racist, sexist bully you’ve always been. But you know how to read the signs of the times.

Of course, being President during the greatest Wall Street crash since the depression is quite an incentive to change your tune.

Blame the Chinese. Blame the Koreans. Blame the Europeans. Blame the Governors. Blame the Democrats. Blame the press. Blame the scientists. Slow the supply of test kits by refusing European kits so that American companies can profit from their exclusive sale rights.

Accept no blame. Accept no responsibility. Recall people from overseas. Then cram them into virus cesspools when they get home. Is that what your “Christian” advisors tell you to do? Is that what Jesus would have done?

Blame others… Take control… even if you don’t know what your doing!!!

May God strengthen you. May God make you smarter. May God make you wiser. May God make you more compassionate towards all human beings.

Be a better leader than you have been.

Miracles do happen. We need miracles.

Be a miracle. 03172

Dear President Trump. I do not wish you ill. I do not want you to be a victim of the coronavirus. I do not want you embarrassed by your incompetence.
I do not wish you laughed at by the 1% who profit from their use of your calculated buffoonery. I do not cheer when you bumble and stumble.
I do not want you punished for your hateful treatment of women, minorities, refugees, political enemies or the poor.
I do not want you cursed for breaking all the commandments. I do not want God to forsake you.
What I do want is for you to be transformed by God’s love. I want you to cherish and care for ALL Americans. I want you to be the champion for refugees at our borders and people of all nations, faiths and races.
I want God to bless you with a fierce desire to love God, love all God’s people, and love yourself. I want you to love yourself as God loves you… not just to feed your appetites.
God bless you. God keep you. God be gracious unto you and give you peace… and strength to do good.
Remember always, God loves you… and I am trying. 031620.

Dear President Trump. My, My, My. In a joke only a loving God could bring off, you are now the ultimate deplorable. First, you deny the seriousness of the Coronavirus. Then you run to the front of the line and claim you are fully in charge of saving all of us from that same virus.

People I love still cannot get tested. Schools that feed the poorest of the poor are closing. Your administration just announced cuts to school lunch programs.

Millions of older Americans rely on Social Security and Medicare to survive. Your solution to their misery is to cut payroll taxes for the year to the tune of almost a Trillion dollars. And what funds Social Security and Medicare… Payroll taxes. You are killing those people by a trillion tiny cuts.

Our poorest children can go without food. But God bless you for saving the multinational corporations that provide us cheap oil and travel to exotic lands too many cannot afford to visit.

Just how stupid and gullible do you think we are? Well, OK. Some of us are that stupid and gullible. We still keep praying that your heart can be ‘strangely warmed’. as we United Methodists say, with God’s generous love and grace.

Truthfully, I am often stupid and gullible. Always, I am praying

Help us, President Trump. Fortunately, you are not our only hope. 031320.

Dear President Trump. I want to congratulate you on the senate vote. But since you lied, cheated, withheld evidence, conspired with or intimidated witnesses, and threatened jurors, I congratulate you on your criminal enterprise.
Next, you only need to keep being yourself, con the faithful, and win the election. You have that smell of invincibility.
Puny Democrats are helpless before your wrathful patriotism, your sexual prowess and your magnificent wealth.
I’m sure Goliath felt the same as you, when David shambled onto the field of battle , with only a sling in hand, backed by a bunch of losers.
I’m sure Haman was confident in destroying Esther and her people because of their faith in a God of justice and compassion.
The Bible you so revere as an American Christian, is full of outnumbered, outgunned, oppressed and despised people.
Warning: being the wrong race, faith, sex or social class does not define your faith, your worth, or the will of God.
Somehow, these women and men of faith, overcame great odds to defeat evil, lying, pretentious bullies. We live by faith and hope and love. 020820.

Dear President Trump. What a sad pathetic crock of lies. You say you want to make America Great Again. Your actions tell us you really want to make yourself and your “Cows of Bashan” rich and powerful.

You trade the butchery of Jamal Kashogi for the wealth of Saudi Arabia. Your own CIA says the Saudis were behind the killing. You call our CIA liars. We have become the United States of Saudi Arabia.

Since our Lord already calls me to love you, I can only speak the truth as I comprehend it, poorly as that may be. I can only offer prayers that you will learn compassion, tolerance and love of enemy and stranger.

Perhaps you will even learn to forgive and love yourself. Perhaps you will learn to forgive and love the stranger, the immigrant, the refugee, as you love yourself. Perhaps you will learn your value as a child of God whether you are rich and powerful or poor and helpless. Perhaps. 120119.

Dear president Trump.

You seem to be trying to turn America into a huge magnificent Trump Tower… a bulwark against all threats, foreign or domestic, friend or foe. You are willing to sacrifice anything and  anyone to that end.

The most famous biblical betrayal is Judas’ betrayal of Jesus for 30 pieces of silver. Sealed with a kiss, Judas ensured Jesus’ crucifixion.

Maybe he was, as some theorize, trying to force Jesus into action, to be “The Messiah”… to make Israel ‘Great Again.’ .. kind of an Israelite Trump Tower.

But betrayal gets messy.  It tends to make, friend and foe alike, suspicious of our motives and actions.

Like Peter’s subsequent betrayal of Jesus, it’s often done out of fear, anxiety and insecurity.  It’s a sign of weakness, cowardess and unfaithfulness.

Without the grace and forgiveness of God, you and Judas and Peter are revealed for the weak, cowardly, fearful human beings you are.

Yes, You…. Our nation has supported and used the Kurdish people of Syria and Turkey to fight our wars, defeat ISIS and provide safe haven for our troops and refugees of our enemies. They trusted us.

With one phone call, you betrayed them.  Who else will you betray.  Who will trust us in the future? Yes, even Republican pressure has forced you to back down, a little. Buy your heart is laid bare.

You may think bluff and bluster, money and a big army is all you need to rule the world. My enemy, God has a different perspective.

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind.  And love your neighbor as your self. The key word here is not betrayal or MAGA. The key word is LOVE. 100619.

Dear President Trump. When will we learn??? It’s not about you. We chase our tails in apoplectic rage over your antics, your immorality, your indifference to the truth. We writhe in self righteous agony when your supporters ignore your faults, foibles and failings.

Our ‘holier than thou’ condemnation of your failings as a politician, president and ‘poor excuse for a human being’ scream our own failures to grasp the divine irony… voters already know politicians lie, cheat and steal. It’s human nature… it’s the old adage of the pot calling the kettle black.

We propound both our indignation and our too technical explanations of how we will save the USA from ruin and from you. While you tell folks how much you care for them and you have a plan to make their lives better.

We don’t need to know the plan. We don’t want to know. We are not policy geeks. That’s your job. What we want to know… the reassurance we need… is that as a human politician, you care about us. You have our best interests at heart. You share our values. You wrap yourself in our flag (literally) as a sign that you love us more than any other politician.

It’s political religion. God loves us. God loves you. You love us. Vote for me. If we trust you love us, we will trust you to lead us. You don’t need to be brilliant. You can buy brilliance from any think tank, university or corporation. It’s snake oil sales at its best. And you have shown us… it works.

You may well win the next election. Not because you are as smart, rich, truthful or good looking as you claim to be. But because you have convinced enough voters you are their champion.

American politics/religion will forgive anything from a politician we are convinced loves us promises to meet our needs and fix our problems.

God knows what is truly in your heart. Many of us suspect. But God doesn’t vote. We simply want a political/religious leader who we ‘know’ loves us and cares about us more than any other candidate.

For now, for so many, you seem to be that man. Jesus said the truth will make us free. But too many of us don’t want to be free or know the truth. We want to be safe and comfortable. And that’s what you promise. God help you and us. 092219