Thursday, May 4, 2017

OGT DAILY Day One Hundred and Ten LILACS and FURY

There's nothing like lilacs.  I've picked masses of them and brought them into the house to fill it with their fragrance.  Its only at this moment in May that the trees are in full bloom and these sweet scents fill the air.


It's a good thing too!   Because it calmed my mood.  Otherwise my fury is just boiling over.   Have the Republicans in Congress no shame what so ever?  We are going to have to fight tooth and nail now to keep TrumpCare from passing in the Senate and if it does than people will literally die and/or go broke because they will have no healthcare.  The plan they have passed is a travesty which has made women once again second class.  We are essentially be asked to pay more for being women, for being mothers, for requiring support if we are sexually assaulted - oh wait that's not a crime now is it?
Sorry for the sarcasm.   I can't help feeling partisan tonight.

I should remember Hilary Clinton's concession speech where she chose to wear purple as a demonstration of bipartisan healing; asking her followers to accept the results and come together with their opponents for the good of the country.  Purple is also a color of the suffragette movement for the women's vote.   An appropriate color for today as the fury of women all over this country will continue to rise particularly as our rights are slowly pruned away.

Biblically and historically purple is the color of royalty because it was a rare and expensive pigment. But it's also the color or humiliation and wounds as Christ was put in purple robes to mock his "so-called" status as king before he was beaten and put on the cross.

Both George Washington and Thomas Jefferson cultivated lilacs in their gardens and Walt Whitman wrote and ode to Abraham Lincoln describing his last days entitled "When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd".  So there seems to be a presidential aspect to this flower which blooms for only three weeks in May and smells so sweetly.   I can only imagine that the Erinyes, the Furies, the goddesses of vengeance and retribution may be called down upon this president and his heedless party if they continue to bate the women of this country.  Hell hath no fury like 150 million women scorned.

I'll be phoning next Monday for those special elections: Osoff, Quist and Treibsch.  Call your reps in the Senate.  Go after your congressmen at home since they are all going on break again!!   Swamp their offices.  Demand a town hall and demand answers for why voting to approve TrumpCare was a good idea.   If it sticks ,people will die, but so will the Republican party and they and Mr. Trump will be to blame.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

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1 
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, 
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, 
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. 

Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, 
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, 
And thought of him I love. 

2 
O powerful western fallen star! 
O shades of night—O moody, tearful night! 
O great star disappear’d—O the black murk that hides the star! 
O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me! 
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul. 

3 
In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings, 
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, 
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard, 
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
A sprig with its flower I break. 

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