Pre-mature and preventable

Pollutants kill.

Pandemics kill.

But curtailing Climate Change can save some (not to mention Billions of dollars in GDP).

Curtailing dis and mis-information on vaccines could have averted many deaths (out of the 1 million we have seen so far).

Allow and afford people a back-yard, a hat and a shade as in a Coppola-set to meet their natural-cause death.

Not too much to ask. Human rights? Or Elephant rights (The Bronx zoo).

Somalia, Ethiopia, Kenya with food price rising, and causally, death-toll rising.

Preventable deaths of hunger as well, you hear, Putin!

And last but not least, at least 10 preventable Supermarket deaths in Buffalo, NY.

Had young folks gotten the right and not wrong message. Long ago, in Hoosiers, Gene Hackham faked himself into being expelled to give his alcoholic Assistant Coach, Dennis Hopper, a chance at regaining his dignity (and to play his father-role as well).

How about we time-out. Expel the “supremacist” so the “replacement” has their turn at the wheel. It must be tiring and hot inside those “hoods”. Of course, I am referring to the KKK’s, the South and subsequent humid heat.

Oppressive. Misled and uncalled for. Try the Trilogy by Greg Iles to see how frozen in time some regions of the US are still.

Swamp and bubbles, conspiracy and confederacy.

Politicians and priests, farmers and folks. I have always wondered about the ATF (Tobacco and Firearms, or Opioids and AR-15s).

Good people, ill-led. (Without vison, people perish).

Preventable prison-terms and pre-mature deaths.

So much life ahead. To grow, to learn, to give and to serve. Marketers call this customer-life-time values.

Even old folks can serve as advisors and mentors.

To dispense wisdom not folly. To be “replaced” but in the grander scheme, they’re a part of the universe succession plan (David Gergen’s latest book).

To hand the baton, to see this country, the US of A evolves into USA 2.0

We have a tendency to make mountains out of mole hills.

To self-sabotage. But the flip side of the coin, is that there is also greatness, inherent and hidden. A gem awaits to be on display.

Heck, when the streets of San Francisco were not even paved with gold at all, folks were still willing to go West, to dig and to build. The gold is inside, not out.

Perhaps there resides some likeness of the Divine in each of us after all.

“Why are you persecuting me?”. Feel me, see me. Same aggressor then turned poet “Love endures all things”. When I was a kid, I walked and talked like one. Now that the I -the US – am/is older, kinder and gentler, let’s hope we live up to our calling and commitment. No more pre-mature and preventable deaths, for a start. Doable, quite!