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I am struggling
to avoid that "I told you so"
mean
and self-congratulatory voice.

I do feel under-appreciated
but I don't feel any happiness
about the Virus
as vindicator of my beliefs
about the political and economic power
of public health and safety platforms,
which are also personal wealth
and fundamental security
authentic democratic health empowerment agendas.

Yesterday I went to Aldis.
I expected no hand sanitizer
but I did not have a clue
why the half-row of steel display racks
was as vacant of toilet paper
as health clinics were full
to over-stuffed with people
not suffering from diarrhea.

I expected the atmosphere
and congestion
to remind me of grocery shopping
the afternoon before a snow storm.

Our mostly polite congestion was familiar
but our mutually quarantined
atmosphere of anxiety
about touching
about breathing
about coughing
and don't even think about sneezing!
was alarming.

I found myself singing old hymns
mostly under my breath,.
Day By Day
and with each passing moment
strength I find
to live for Earth each day...

Moment by Moment
I'm touched by Earth's care...

Somehow, 
I Will Survive
didn't come to my tight throat
or lungs.

I expected NPR
to be non-stop Virus stories
but I did not expect the powerful
multifaceted analysis
of WhiteHouse sacrificing democratic public health
to the false idols of capital marketed denial and greed
and partisan economic competitions
overwhelming public health cooperative discernment
empowerment
enlightenment
about who we are at our best
and what multicultural resilience
we could most virally achieve together
as a patriotic/matriotic planet
tomorrow.

Our themes for dialogue
are suddenly about how to avoid panic
terror
despair.

I have known chronic threats of panic
terror
and despair
since I realized I was homo
in a hetero-dominant culture,
since I realized that "climate change"
is an economic and politically calculated euphemism
for a global crisis climate of disease,
for public health degeneration,
for macro-economic divestment
destruction
dissonance
disaster
win/lose competitions
trumping healthy win/win democratic cooperative ownership
and administration
and facilitation
and restorative justice mediation
meditation
multicultural medication.

I notice that Wall Street,
which has persistently ignored WhiteHouse ignorance
about climate pathology
as a public economic and political 
biological and neurological health-wealth disaster,
has been remarkably responsive
to WhiteHouse ignorance
about this viral public health disaster.

I notice more partisan bickering
about who will pay the highest disempowering price
for The Virus,
But I still don't hear national partisan pundits
learning any lessons regarding primal ecological
theological relationship between healthy democracy
and our basic human freedom longing
for cooperatively wealthy trends
empowered by intent to teach
through compassionate communication,
multicultures experiencing shared community,
bicameral communion.

To paraphrase Rev. Dr. M. L. King, Jr.
Where there is climate injustice anywhere
there is pathologically viral injustice threatening everywhere.

If I were running for office
as a Green Democrat
I would not be running against Trump
by vilifying his narcissistic absence of compassion
for public health,

I would run cooperatively engaging all people of good faith
to embrace democratic passion for health wealthy Truth
through ego- and eco-therapeutic Reconciliation,
Restorative Justice,
Climate Health,
internal as external

Which can be at least as virally WinWin contagious
as WinLose competitions at grocery
and drug stores
and frighteningly unhealthy political parties
of five
or fifty
or more.
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