Thursday, March 3, 2016

A Poetic Tale; A Romney Commentary


BALTIMORE, Maryland March 3, 2016 - Mitt Romney has given a speech.  It was haughty in its presentation, quite like a John Kerry speech.  It was incredible in its nature. Imagine: after what? ten to twelve states have decided, by the votes of tens of thousands of their citizens, each of whom took the time to go to the polls or caucus halls in order to register their choices, that they want one particular candidate to be their party's nominee for President; and now, after all of this, one former candidate now takes it on himself to suddenly trundle forward - uninvited - and urge all of the candidates remaining in one party's nominating process to forego their individual efforts and desires to win the nomination, and instead, to give their hard-earned delegates to an ill-defined collective pool, of a sort, in order to keep some other candidate, the one currently in front, from prevailing at the party convention this summer.  The Romney speech was also quite the ironic speech, don't you think?  Four years ago, when Romney was the GOP candidate, he took it upon himself to make a very public show of lavishing all manner of praise on this very same Donald Trump because, back then, he wanted Donald Trump's endorsement and he also quite conspicuously wanted Donald Trump's money.  (I personally thank Rush Limbaugh for playing the audio tape of Romney's 2012 speech on his show today).  Now, in 2016, Romney wants you to forget that he said those really wonderful things about Donald Trump four years ago and instead to remember the speech he gives today trashing Mr. Trump up one side and down the other. Imagine the evolving that took place on Mount Romney to get from point A to point B.  Do we call this nuclear evolution?

Also, before we start, I want to say that I penned a poem. It has nothing to do with Mitch Romney. The poem is provided in this post, however, right after the commentary about Romney's speech.

The Improvident Speech of a Man Whose Time is Now Passed
Rush Limbaugh, the most courageous of the conservatives, said that just last week the suddenly wanton Mitt Romney gave a speech in which he made this unbelievable assertion: Americans, he said, are very angry at politicians in Washington because - get this - they refuse to get serious about climate change.  

I believe Rush Limbaugh. 

I cannot believe anybody who wants to be considered a shrewd observer of the American Scene would ever assert in a public speech that average American citizens are angry at Washington because the politicians there won't get serious about climate change.  
One week later Romney gives what he, in a fit of self-importance, called a "very important" speech.  Recently, the citizens of New Hampshire, South Carolina, Alabama, Nevada, Georgia, Massachusetts, Vermont, Arkansas, Virginia and Tennessee went to the election booths in their states and gave Donald Trump their vote.  So many of them gave Trump votes that he won the primary presidential elections in each of these ten states.  Trump has now gained 319 delegates bound to vote for him on the first ballot at this summer's GOP Convention.  Senator Ted Cruz has 226 and Senator Marco Rubio - the apple of Romney's eye - has just 110.  At least Cruz has won a respectable number of state primaries and caucuses; Iowa, Texas, Oklahoma and Alaska have all given victories to Cruz.  Rubio, after 15 state elections or caucuses, has but one victory: Minnesota. That is the very same Minnesota that selected Al Franken to be one of its Senators; that Minnesota.  

Romney can say anything he pleases; the First Amendment in the Bill of Rights says that.  But he has been far more critical of Trump than he has been of Barack Hussein Obama.  Obama is a seething uber leftist.  Obama ignores the Constitution and admits as much.  Obama is barely attacking ISIS while ISIS slaughters Christians in broad daylight.  Obama is openly bringing fighting-aged Islamics into These United States, even though he is on notice from his own FBI Leader that the Islamics have ISIS Operatives among their number.  But Romney speaks out against Trump.  Nice of him to pop up, don't you think?

And do not think for even one minute that Romney and Friends are only addled at Trump.  Next, for certain, they will attack Ted Cruz.  Mr. Limbaugh thinks they are already ragging on Cruz at every turn.  So Americans en mass are telling the world that they want two express - on the record - outsiders: Donald Trump or Ted Cruz, to be the Republican Nominee for President of These United States, but Romney says all of these Americans have no clue what they are doing, that they are stupid and wrong and should shut up.  Instead, Romney wants Rubio, or, more likely, Romney wants Romney in case the convention would want to draft him to be the GOP candidate.

It is audacious of him to make this speech just two days after so many Americans voted against what he wants.  He is proclaiming himself an oracle of sorts, or some earthly god, able to discern what is best for all Americans despite their expressions to the contrary.

I, myself, feel comforted to know people like Mitt Romney are out there.
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Discovered in Time
by John William Trotz

Discovered! Trembling quietly yet
portraying strength. In discovery, rustic, even Rudimentary in all of its applications.
Just rudimentary, it's power, nonetheless, is resounding: One Cedar timber across, one
Cypress timber stood vertical. There it was. Powerfully Discovered.

(Before: a languid soul; slipping down the brevity of one allotted moment, careening towards a yawning dark depravity. This descent is quickening. This time is fleeting. The resolute will required to escape this ensnarement seems, actually, vapid in its necessary substance.)

Love.  Five came through. Five. Through
a menagerie of dark green growing, through the cool of the gloaming. Here the prickly cloying heat fell away embarrassed.  On the other side: the majesty of a noble animal, racing o'er the tender meadow grass, gliding swift and with deft balance. A glistened nearly brilliant coat whirling nearly ghost-like past those who came through. Four, motionless, are fully captured, rendered aghast, and, so quickly, staggered

by the pulsing of sinew, the clangor of barbaric power that was pulled behind the passing specter.  But one perceived more; enraptured, completely, by her, the one atop all of the power, with exquisite beauty in her every expression, the one who was sublime, actually breathtaking, almost precisely unimaginably radiant.  It seemed he was able to comprehend what was not to be comprehended by mortals.  Was he mortal? Four left mesmerized, yet one enchanted, and such an intense nearly eternal state of enchantment.

In the moment, astonished to his core, he mustered some gesture of a sort. Her allure, her comeliness were quite beyond what any veneration of beauty he had ever seen. Though surely passed by, she, at the last, imagined she saw a reflection - a ray of sunlight bounced off a soft white wing that happened by - and at the quick she mystically ensnared its lone strong intention, enveloped it, carried it directly to the very center of herself, to stay. 

In the drama of living, this manifested desire of unequivocal love, so fleeting on our Earth, unequivocally eternal, imagined there at the starting and directly after a rustic element was discovered, quizzical though it had to be in time

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