Kavanaugh and the Gray-cheeked Thrush and what we don’t know in this time of a mad dog presidency. A juxtaposition. (420 character 9-line poem by Patty)

Kava-Nope and the Gray-cheeked Thrush: I was reading about the former whilst a migrating latter crashed into our window, immediately rendering him a candidate for the taxidermist. So too the former?

I wish I’d recognized the nocturnal flight call of the reclusive Gray-cheeked Thrush

before he collided w/ my window.

A mystery bird, a sub-Arctic breeder about whom not much is known.

(who gets to eastern Siberia?)

I didn’t note him amongst a mixed thrush flock gorging grapes & crab apples.

More spider decals might’ve warned him off.

I feel that way about deterring Judge Kavanaugh too.

I needed more information!

I wish.

PATTY

Note from Patty:

The Trump administration held back more than 100,000 pages of documents related to Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh’s service because the White House and the Department of Justice alleged they were protected by constitutional privilege.

We just don’t know what we don’t know about this man nominated by our amoral, mad dog president. I DO know that I don’t trust one thing that he does.

And back to my poor dead Gray-cheeked Thrush:

“ …its shyness and seclusiveness, its habit of breeding in only the most inaccessible places, and its almost unbroken silence during most of the year have kept the taxonomic, distributional, and life-history facts concerning it in mystery so long that [the Gray-cheeked Thrush] has been correctly regarded as one of the least known of American passerine birds.” G. J. Wallace (1939: 218)

Snarled world needs a lock picker. Not a man who looks like he’s smashed the caps-lock key. A 420 character 9-liner

(Kit prepared by a 6-year old, “just in case.”) Now to the 420-9-liner:

 

Tweets that look like he’s smashed the caps-lock key?

Doing harm (again) to the next generation?

Hunched over his hand-held device, foaming at the mouth.

(Hmm. Or was that Alec Baldwin?)

Action needed, people, to loose these surly bonds.

Like Francis (from Assisi?) said:

Do the necessary, then the possible, then we’re geared for the impossible.

Or the very difficult.

This needs a lock-picking kit mind-set not tweets

PATTY

 

Donald Trump needs help with his moral compass. Read these rules written by the 6 to 8 year old crowd.

Rules ( I, the Nani to this young writer, cannot resist parenthetical asides to this translation.)

1. Respect your companion (do you at all get that this is NOT all about you?)

2. Do not Boss (ask a 13 year old about how our Democracy works. Dictators, autocrats, Putin-like leaders, Hitler-like tactics are poison to our well of freedoms.)

3. Do not break the fort. (Our beautiful country, Donald? The climate? Your actions are dangerous. How about considering whether your grandchildren will have an Earth to inhabit?)

4. Read! (Jefferson warned that a people who do not read deserve the government they’ll get. Alas, I think we now have an ignoramous who doesn’t read as president.)

(Patty)