The Nature of Our Humanity

I have always admired the musicians

and composers. I could not even begin

to name all of them here. Of course, we

each have our favorites. So, I shall leave

their naming up to you. And too, I hold

in esteem and have great appreciation for

those artists who have created all manner

of works in myriad styles and media.

You may prefer Wyeth; I favor Picasso to

name only two. There are millions of

the talented and gifted ones, many of

whom shall never walk in the limelight

of fortune and fame, you know. Actors,

writers, producers, dancers, choreogra-

phers, designers, grandmas who crochet,

brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, next door

neighbors, strangers who work wood,

who weave baskets, shape diamonds,

carve stone and throw clay. There are

athletes, amateur and professional who

excel and play at the top of their game.

I could go on and on, never ceasing to

be amazed. And the thing which pisses

me off more than anything is to witness

a person who possesses none of these

exemplary traits, who excels at nothing

but chaos and confusion, who divides

rather than unites, who lies, deceives

and denigrates, who contains not one

grain of compassion, who holds not an

iota of common sense or morality, and yet

is seated in the White House as Commander

in Chief and President of these United States.

Oh, Good Lord, for shame! That side of our
humanity, dear people of honorable intention,
I contend, is an outright disgrace.

Chris Hanch 1-5-19