Unclench Your Fists

Dick Cheney disturbs me. It is a particular type of unsettling that is a confluence of indignation, repulsion, fury, and an unsettling cognizance of this man’s fragile psychological state due to his adamant choices to trash humanity and at the same time his soul.

When I think of his off handed remarks that represent a finger in America’s eye, (so), I realize that he lied to us from the very beginning. He never intended to protect the Constitution. He only intended to protect his own greedy interests. He never venerated or beloved soldiers, he only viewed them as pawns in his game of no-contract fleecing. He never understood the patriot premise of, “Give me liberty or give me death!” He only reacted to danger—fleeing fearfully, as he colluded as to how he could use America’s tragic moment—the highlight of his career—to advance his coffers and political clout. He never comprehended the fact that he was OUR servant and he was to do our bidding. And ever since America has elected a TRUE SERVANT to the American people, he has menaced, maligned, and maliciously demeaned America’s best hope to clean up his inhumane legacy. And in spite of all these feelings, I cannot help but feel as though I should pity this man—as I am a woman of faith. I see his life coming to the sad and impotent end of a played out despot. And still, people believe him. A tree will be known by its fruit. When will religious people realize the truth? Though we must defend, we cannot kill for love, hate for God, and torture for freedom.

You gain the world but lose your soul.

When will the despots unclench their fists?