We Stand Corrected

We Americans stand corrected. We are not standing back; we are not standing by. I don't know but I been told this nation was founded on a Constitution that's 245 years old. I was born in the Deep South in 1951, but I ain't no rebel; I choose to be an American citizen with all the rights and privileges thereof, just like all the other citizens of this country, whether they're black, brown, yellow or purple. . . purple meaning they can't decide which political party they belong to, because trump has taken over the oval by hook or by crook, even after the proud boueys and the oathbleepers and the threeperdenters failed to clusterfud our Congress on January 6, 2021. Now I don't know but I been told that Abraham Lincoln and some anti-slavery patriots founded the Republican party in 1854; And we had to fight a civil war to get all those slavers in the deep south in line with our Declaration, which says that "All men are created equal, and are endowed by their Creator with life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." And then, five years later, we wrote our Constitution, which was later upgraded when Congress added our 14th amendment in 1868, after our yankee patriots had whooped the rebels' asses at Gettysburg, where President Lincoln said:

"from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave their last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." Now I don't know but I been told that these magamaniacs nowadays are still claiming to be Republicans, with their gerrymandering racist antics, as if they were still allied with the party of Lincoln. As for me and my lousy situation, I am still a registered Republican; but I notice that, as bro' Bob sang, a while back, "things have changed." So I'm having an identity crisis. Meanwhile, back at our Boone homestead, I guess I'll have to go down to the county courthouse to switch my registration to Democratic. I guess I'll join up with the party of Jesse Jackson. I mean, I might as well. . . I shook hands with him one time while crossing the street. That was the year that the Democrats had their convention in Charlotte. In an earlier year, Jesse had been with Dr. King when he was shot dead in Memphis by some rebel racist.  And now. . . come to find out Jesse just died, a patriot who, like Dr. King and Medgar Evers, had given his first and last devotion to the the cause of civil rights and freedom and dignity for all people.

 And I find that bro' Jesse had said that America's like a patchwork quilt, with all the patches stitched together by a common thread. Now in honor of Jesse, and Martin and Abraham, we need that common thread stitched up tight; we must not let it be slithered by the magamaniacs, the faux republicans, the insurrectionists and the trumpists. You know, the Bible says that when Jesus returns, the trumpet shall sound. Not the trumpists! Blessed are the peacemakers! And as Dr. King had said:  "And I did try, in my life, to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to visit those who were in prison, to love and serve humanity. . ." That's the common thread that we need to keep stitching into the fabric of America! Glass half-Full</i>