He's learning to talk, likes to dance when he holds himself upright on the low windowsill in my living room, and smiles and laughs enough to make angels almost jealous of his good nature. And he's here, growing to maturity on a planet being choked to death by the greed and sociopathic insensitivity of the undeserving, thieving corporate rich and their paid lackeys in government.
I feel helpless to save the planet for him.
Aside from donations to causes and, of course, my vote, all I have is my loathing for the greedy corporate fascists who control the senate, half the house of representatives, the white house and the no longer "supreme" court. Elitists all, they view the destruction of the planet as something that will affect only we "peripherals" -- that is, us and our children and grand children.
My curse on them, then -- as a septuagenerian, I feel it's within my rights to offer one -- is that for every ounce of suffering you, from your yachts and palaces release on my grandchildren and the grandchildren of all and any "peripheral", triple that suffering be visited on you and your offspring until the last generation; further, that you die in misery but live long enough to see your own offspring suffer the fate you so coldly and cavalierly bequeathed to the rest of us.
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