The Aftermath of State Sanctioned Intimidation

Your society can label me for speaking loudly about liberty and justice, but even your cage won't silence me--you just handed me a captive audience. 

Mental health dominates conversations these days, with everyone acknowledging the critical importance of well-being and the myriad factors that contribute to our collective struggles. Despite all the dialogue, it feels like we've missed the mark. If you think things are getting better, I have to wonder what you're really looking at. We talk about mental health in the abstract but rarely address the raw, unfiltered experiences of those living through trauma. And while trauma knows many faces, I can't speak to anyone else's experience. I can only give you mine—and that's probably why I had to go through this recent experience.

Right now, I could probably be labeled for many things depending on which government-funded agency you asked. No matter what labels make up the story of my past to others, I really want to address the things that have brought me to this state of mentality where I stand against corruption and for freedom—at any cost. After all, money is all they want, right?

Even as I write this, my heart feels like it's caught in a vice grip, crushed under the weight of every beat. A lump hangs in my throat, seemingly trying to suffocate me; the weird shot of emotionally-pained heart and unshed tears build up; my hands tremble uncontrollably; a light drizzle of sweat expands over my on-fire body as it attempts to lose control in an all-out panic. If I can keep it together, great! I'll make another day. But if I'm unsuccessful in minimizing my anxiety and stress, it's a war with myself I don't even want to describe.

But here's the thing—I’m not alone. This is the reality of countless individuals for many reasons, but all point to some form of PTSD. We’ve reserved this term largely for former military—whose indescribable experiences have left them more than battle-scarred—but the truth is trauma is derived from all stages of life and experiences we’d never consider. It's as if the whole world were walking on eggshells and didn’t even know it.

We’re conditioned to believe that state-funded medical care is a solution, but all it does is give corrupt governments a bigger hand in violating people, leveraging their authority to assign crippling labels that discredit and silence individuals. They don’t want us to have purpose—they want us pliable, controlled, and broken. Cognitive dissonance ought to fall under mental disorders, but then someone would have to acknowledge that we’ve built our world on a show of contradictions designed to replace the ancient sense of purpose—the stuff that made conquerors like Caesar formidable foes. Those who can’t be convoluted by overreaching governments are targeted by other means—drugs, alcohol, poverty—demands of the state meant to infringe upon their rights and manipulate them into submission.

Dusphemeo: A War on the Non-compliants

We’re not far from 1984. The Brave New World that threatens us preys on the weaknesses of mental health because now they’ve found another way to silence individuals—labels of disaccreditation and questionable states of mental being. Obviously, people like me who stand for constitutional freedoms are not mentally right. We're still fueled by purpose and mission. Whether you believe in it or not, this isn’t just my fight—it’s ours.

Government overreach disguised as protection and care has left me (and countless others) scarred in ways that words cannot convey in such a way that you will truly feel what I'm going through unless you've experienced it yourself.

Perhaps that's why this happened. I write so much about the experiences of others, that I may have become numb to the pains of my own past—considering others have experienced far worse than me. However, my PTSD isn’t just from a single event—it’s the result of a lifetime of interactions with a system that sees individuals like me as threats rather than citizens, a system that was designed to manipulate us into compliance.

When I say a lifetime, I truly mean since the young age of as far back as I can remember. Not only from those involving my dad but at 10 when a friend of mine built a fort in the only lot that had trees in south Florida. We had a campfire that was highly offensive to a passer-by who claimed to be a cop only after he chased us through the woods and then by car into a parking lot and started grabbing my friend and me--the story of my life encounters being simply that my 'accomplices' couldn't run fast enough. Such as that time when the neighbor kid and I decided to skip school and instead walked to Toys-R-us to buy marbles with our lunch money. Toys-R-Us was still closed at the time, and we were instead accosted by mall security who promptly called the police who took us to school. I don't know what punishment my rich neighbor kid paid, but I was grounded for '2 months' (which truly only lasted until my parents were tired of me in the house--not long).

From 11 to 18 years, I think I was relatively behaved and wrapped up in school and sports. Then I got my first car. I loved driving, and I loved driving fast. I probably got this (queue daddy's girl syndrome and eye-roll) from my dad. He used to take me for motorcycle rides when I was really young. I still carry a scar from his bike's muffler. 

My parents and their insurance carrier were probably pretty happy once I went about on my own, as those early years behind the wheel would be laced with multiple speeding violations and responses from police officers that would include everything from professionalism, dad lectures, police simply yelling and demeaning me for being a poor human being for driving fast, and even outright sexually violating me. The latter is why I was more than happy to leave Tallahassee. Maybe one day I'll grow the balls to tell that story, but right now it still cripples me to think I was ever so vulnerable and defenseless. 

These were hardly the last of interactions, just the early ones. I was the member of the family that took Dad up on not-really-a-challenge, but proving you could get more than one speeding ticket in a day. At any point, anyone could easily believe I'm the problem, but speed does not mean reckless--it just means faster than the number they put on a sign on the side of the road. I'm not the asshole zipping in between lanes, or the jerk cruising in the left lane under the speed limit preventing others from passing. Like many other laws that have come into existence under the umbrella of "for your safety," many traffic offenses are a means of extorting citizens, pushing control, and extending overreach of the state into our private lives to justify further execution of violations against our rights. 

Case in point matters with my parents that would ultimately end my utter hope for believing in our justice system and instill an understanding that if I wanted justice, I would have to get it on my own. 'Heroes' and henchmen walk a thin line and, at the end of the day, they sit at the same table to break bread together and make deals. They allow innocent people to become the victims of horrible crimes just to 'get their guy.' To make matters worse, the real 'bad guy' isn't even made to suffer for their crime. Instead, they get a slap on the wrist and are put back into the world to attempt murder on other innocent people who get in the way of their agenda--a real-life sin-city.

These encounters didn’t just leave physical scars; they rewired my brain. Every day is a battle between who I was before and the person I’ve had to become to survive. Trust is a word that no longer holds meaning for me. I see the world through a lens of suspicion, always bracing for the next attack, the next betrayal by those in power. It's exhausting, and the constant state of alertness drains the life out of even the most mundane tasks.

I wasn’t born with this fear. It was carefully curated through years of unfriendly encounters with the police, judges, and other figures in life that we're told to trust. Starting from an early age, each incident, each harsh word, and each moment of intimidation has added another layer to the anxiety I carry with me every day. Now, I can’t even relax in my own home. Even my daughter who witnessed the event has her own traumas she's now dealing with.

I hadn't been graced with custody of my daughter for the larger portion of my almost 10-years-ago divorce--despite multiple requests by multiple counties to investigate child neglect among other concerns. However, upon her coming to live with me in 2022, we were accosted with the demand for legal documents as a means to keep her out of school. Then after being kicked out of school for behavioral and paperwork reasons, the school's social worker had DFCS show up at my home to inspect what was in my fridge and question my kids on whether or not I was an abusive parent to them. Where did all of this come from when not a single thought was shed about their safety when I brought to light evidence of concern? 

In the two years of her living with me, my daughter has experienced events in which a call to the police as part of doing the right thing only turned into dismay at the lack of give-a-fuck by two counties of police. 

Now, my daughter, who witnessed police carry out their orders, and then read the report of events, now carries her own scars. I see the fear in her eyes when she hears the sound of a siren, or when a stranger knocks on the door. It breaks my heart to know that my fight has become her burden. Her childhood--meant to be filled with innocence and joy--is now tainted with a fear she should never have known.

Whenever a car’s reflection shines across my room, I’m jolted with panic, wondering what agency has pulled into my drive now? Who's coming for me now? My dogs bark, and my heart races because, whether it's a jogger up the sidewalk or six police cars pulling into the drive, their defense mode is triggered in the fashion of a bark that says whatever it is, it's unwanted.

Getting into my car just to get groceries is no longer about getting my adult chores done—it feels almost criminal and calculated in risk. I have to plan my route around cameras throughout the town because who knows if this will be another day a camera triggers an assault by heavily armed officers, ready to kidnap me under the guise of the law? The vulnerability of feeling like all I can do is take what they give me and succumb to their demands or be subjected to the flames of their accusations is a crushing weight. The idea that they win before the battle even begins is defeating. Corruption has brought this about. Nothing less.

This is not just my reality; it's the light version of everyday life for individuals targeted for pursuing a purpose that doesn't align with the Brave New World. My purpose is to expose the system designed to keep us in line, to keep us fearful, to keep us quiet. Fear won’t silence me. I'll walk into these flames alone, but I welcome you to join a witch.

Kidnapped by Police: Georgia Needs Moms

In Georgia, if you want to make a lady blush, remind her of the peach she is. But beware, she can be quite the sour peach, as well. And when the state known for its southern hospitality, beautiful landscapes, and delightful peaches comes under scrutiny for carrying out a modern-day witch hunt, you can bet your biscuit, the tarts turned targets will get sour.

Destroying the lives of women one single mother at a time, Georgia judges seem more devoted to casting stones to keep her silenced than they are in protecting women, children or rights. Supported by the cavalry of DFCS, CPS, and police and sheriff departments across the state, the question has to be asked: Is Georgia ever going to step into the modern day of respecting equality among women, or will it forever be casting biblical stones of judgment and oppression?

Let’s cast the light of flames that have been lit under these Georgia Moms.

Monica Rivera: A Divorce Hijacked by Activism

We all have that one conspiracy theorist friend. And maybe he operates a legal cannabis platform remotely from the comfort of his home that you’ve been staying in while you and your ex work out your divorce. This was the scene for Monica when she and her husband decided it was time to part ways and they had a young boy together. Due to the cost of procuring a lawyer, it was stressful enough for Monica to defend herself against the unwarranted attacks of mental and verbal abuse levied upon her by a narcissistic man-child and his questionably-pedaling-pedo-mother. Of course, mom, because she has ties to the judge, who likely doomed the case from the start on account of his complete despise for Daniel Louis Crumpton, a well-known local activist who thwarted Judge Lukemire’s brother in a political election and continues to call out corruption in Warner Robins on the Zeninthecar.com War-Town Times Blog. 

In Warner Robins, being friendly with the neighborhood crusader of justice only paints a target on  your back. Monica’s legal nightmare wasn’t just a custody and alimony circus. No, it was a full-on carnival of absurdity. It seemed like her lifestyle choices—supporting the Constitution and fighting for freedom—were considered criminal offenses in the eyes of her ex and his dubious family (her ex’s mom’s YouTube channel, featuring her tied up in revealing negligees and filming kids in bathtubs, was more acceptable than Monica’s advocacy for civil liberties).

Monica’s case was marred by biases, and her rights seemed more like checks on a list to be revoked.  Her custody was unfavorably split like a dictated vendetta with her ex-husband after demands to separate herself from Mr. Crumpton were refused.

Tyshyra Dent: The Price of the Protest

Tyshyra Dent -- This Douglasville mom decided to take a stand against police brutality. What did she get for her trouble? A one-way ticket to legal hell. Tyshyra’s arrest and subsequent treatment were a stark reminder that in Georgia, the First Amendment might as well come with a footnote: “Subject to police approval.”

Imagine protesting for a better future for your children and ending up in jail. It’s like the universe’s worst joke, except the punchline is a violation of your constitutional rights. Tyshyra’s experience begs the question: Is standing up for justice a crime in Georgia? The authorities’ response seems to be a resounding “yes.”

Tyshyra Dent’s encounter with the Atlanta police on October 29, 2021 could be the plot of a dark comedy if it weren’t so grim. Here’s how it went: Dent, a passionate activist advocating for civil rights, ends up in a confrontation with the police that escalates into accusations of excessive force. Now, this isn’t your typical "cop pulls over for a broken tail light" scenario. No, this was a full-on spectacle where the pursuit of justice seemed to be the real crime. What began as a dispute in a convenience store was escalated into a full-on attack by officers which left Tyshyra with head and body injuries.

Dent’s case was not just about bruises and broken trust, though; it was a testament to how activism can secretly put you on a list with local law enforcement that lands you in hot water. Instead of receiving support, Dent found herself facing a system that seemed more interested in punishing her for her advocacy than addressing the alleged brutality. The irony? Fighting for civil liberties became her liability, as if standing up for human rights was somehow a ticket to getting more of the very treatment she was protesting against.

In a city where being an activist might as well be a crime, Dent’s struggle was overshadowed by the absurdity of a legal and police system that appeared to be in competition for who could be more out of touch. Her rights seemed less like a guarantee and more like a buffet line of bureaucratic red tape. The entire ordeal was a harsh reminder that sometimes, the fight for justice can feel like a battle against a system that’s more interested in maintaining its own mess than fixing it.

As of the latest updates, the legal proceedings related to Dent’s case were ongoing. The outcome of the lawsuit and the results of the internal investigation were yet to be fully determined. The case continues to be a focal point in discussions about police brutality and systemic issues within law enforcement.

Tiwanna Woods: The Cost of Housing Advocacy

Tiwanna Woods, this Atlanta mom on a mission for affordable housing, might as well have been battling a dragon. Instead of swords and fire-breathing beasts, she’s fighting an impenetrable bureaucracy and discriminatory practices. The result? A legal and social quagmire that’s as frustrating as it is absurd.

Tiwanna’s struggle illustrates a grim reality: Advocating for the less fortunate can make you a target. Her case was a clear message from the powers that be – “Don’t rock the boat, or we’ll make sure you sink.” And yet, the question remains: Who benefits from silencing voices like Tiwanna’s? Certainly not the families she’s trying to help.

A dedicated activist fighting for fair housing, Tiwanna ends up tangled in a bureaucratic nightmare. Instead of her advocacy leading to progress, it feels like she’s been thrust into a Kafkaesque loop where fighting for a basic human right is treated like a crime. You’d think pushing for decent housing for your family would earn you a medal, not a mountain of red tape and legal headaches. But in the world of housing in Atlanta, it seems like standing up for what’s right is as risky as playing a high-stakes game of Monopoly, except with real-world consequences and zero chance of passing “Go.”

Woods’ battle against discriminatory housing practices wasn’t just about securing a roof over people’s heads—it was about fighting an entire system that seemed to view her activism as a threat. Rather than being hailed as a hero for advocating for those in need, she’s been met with legal obstacles and institutional resistance that only highlight the disparity in the housing system. Her efforts to improve affordable housing options have been met with bureaucratic barriers and an unsettling amount of resistance from those who benefit from the status quo.

In a city where advocating for affordable housing can seem like a call to arms, Woods' struggle underscores the absurdity of a system that prefers to maintain its own chaos rather than address real issues. Her fight is a stark reminder that sometimes, pushing for justice can feel like an uphill battle against an entrenched system more interested in preserving its own flaws than in making meaningful changes.

As of the latest updates, Woods' legal and advocacy efforts continue. Her case remains a powerful testament to the challenges faced by those fighting for equitable housing and serves as a crucial part of the ongoing conversation about reforming housing policies in Atlanta.

Mary Hooks: A Protester’s Punishment

Mary Hooks, co-director of Southerners on New Ground (SONG), has a story that’s all too familiar. This single mother’s protests against immigration policies and police violence turned her into a target for legal intimidation. Apparently, in Georgia, using your voice means you’ve got a bullseye on your back.

In 2020, during protests related to police violence and immigration, Mary Hooks faced significant legal pressure. The intimidation included aggressive surveillance, legal threats, and public scrutiny aimed at discouraging her and her organization from continuing their advocacy. This form of legal harassment often involves attempts to stifle activists through legal means, rather than direct criminal charges. Her "crime"? Simply exercising her First Amendment rights. Mary’s activism, aimed at confronting systemic issues and advocating for marginalized communities, was met with a harsh and unsettling response.

Her ordeal underscores a troubling trend: when peaceful assembly challenges the status quo, it seems to become a criminal act rather than a fundamental right. It was a harsh reminder that the right to protest is selectively upheld. When did peaceful assembly become a criminal activity?

Her activism, deeply tied to her role as a mother, reflects a broader struggle where fighting for justice and equality is met with intimidation and legal hurdles and makes us wonder: How far will they go to silence dissention from mothers?

April Ross: Reforming Justice, Receiving Injustice

April Ross, a Gwinnett County mother and criminal justice reform advocate found vocal criticism of local law enforcement practices didn’t earn her any friends in high places. Instead of receiving accolades for her advocacy, April faced a slew of legal challenges that seemed less like justice and more like a calculated effort to silence her.

April’s efforts to address and reform the flaws within the criminal justice system have made her a target of retaliation, illustrating that the system’s tolerance for criticism is as thin as it is unjust. From legal threats, harassment and attacks on her credibility, her case underscores a troubling reality: when you stand up to push for systemic change, the response can often be an aggressive crackdown designed to intimidate and suppress dissent. It’s a stark reminder that in a system where the status quo reigns supreme, challenging the system can come with severe consequences.

These experiences highlight a disturbing trend growing in the state of Georgia against their motherly population: Retaliation against those who seek to improve the system. When advocating for justice makes you a target, it raises serious questions about the system's commitment to change. For these mothers, it seems that challenging the status quo, no matter how flawed, often results in personal and legal repercussions. It’s as if the system prefers to maintain its broken state rather than embrace the necessary reforms that these courageous women are fighting for.

The Real Crimes

These women’s stories paint a troubling picture of a state where constitutional rights are more like suggestions than guarantees. The real crimes here aren’t the protests or the activism; they’re the abuses of power, the retaliations, and the systemic bias that seeks to keep mothers like Monica, Tyshyra, Tiwanna, Mary, and April in their place.

Georgia, it’s time to ask yourself some tough questions. Why are you so afraid of strong, vocal women? What are you so desperate to protect that you’d trample on the rights of those who want to make things better? Maybe it’s time for a change. Maybe it’s time you realized that you need moms like these. They’re not the problem; they’re the solution.

Georgia needs moms – brave, outspoken, relentless moms who refuse to back down. Because in the end, their fight is for all of us.

Letter to (Y)our President

Hello Divine readers! I know it's been a hiatus, and not for a lack of unexposed truth and enlightenment to be told. That is not the basis of this article, though, and I will not begin to explain that story now. I will eventually update my bio and if you're interested you can read there.Regarding this topic, I will prelude with where you are and from where this piece’s motivation derives. 

           Divine America has always attempted to expose the violations of humanity that are

destructive to our inherent future--that is, the generations to come. Our foundations for discussion at Divine America also recognizes in that violations occur on all sides of all peoples’ coins. As such, there's no recognition within the Divine America of law and governance, you could say, a bit anarchy. There is only respect for natural law, compassion, and blunt freedom (though, I do try to keep my terms of a PG rating, F-bombs are very prominent in the discussion of freedom). That said—Divine America does not seek to align itself with compliance to man-made laws, and further, selecting a “leader” out of a pool of secret society sinisters. There is no support to be found here for the henchman of the state who enforce the mafia-style tactics of extortionist governments. There will be no censorship to protect you from the offenses of my two cents, and my two cents shall be unmerciful. What that means is you're likely be offended at some point here, no matter what side of any coin you fall on. Freedom does not concern itself with sensitivity, just as peace does not find itself without weapons. Words are our weapons which cannot be taken effortlessly (for now).

Status tends to determine how impacting those words can be, as we've seen in so many presidencies already. That is what we are here to expose. That is why the following is dictated to (Y)our President. No part was taken, or written, to acknowledge the running candidates, or to sway readers as a means of demonstrating our favor towards one side over the other. We have identified actions of the candidates that exemplify condemnation and prohibition of freedom, a task in which more worldly leaders are interested than we care to acknowledge. However, if the rest of the country wants to participate in the illusive games put on for them by the elected leaders, then so be it...knock yourselves out. I’m just going to quietly write about it, as is my freedom to do so. Now, let's get to the meat and potatoes of a Letter to (Y)our President…

Dear Mr. Trump,

I have remained an observer throughout the progression of your role as president. From candidate to elect, you certainly reached the hearts and minds of many. Some would even go so far as to credit you the answer to their prayers and a messiah of sorts. Considering how many said the same of Mr. Obama, I’m sure that does not impress you to know. After all, who was really impressed with any of Obama’s accomplishments? Those who were are questionably still free to expand their misguided views of what is good and right for America. Like the remaining chip that brought the Terminator back, Obamanites are with us now and forever, threatening to reign down a plague of new age communism shrouded in rainbows and leather and screaming about equality for the emerging 23 sexes they’re questioning themselves to be.

Mr. Trump, your own zombies are no better, and (although criticism is steadily amassing against) you are of the status influential enough to have steered that herd in a direction that has not made America great... at all (not that it ever was, despite what the slogan implies). America has never been great for everyone. She could be. There are certainly examples throughout the few hundred years of her existence in which multitudes of the cultures that make up our country have found common ground in our coexistence and made life rewarding to explore. To say, though, that we have ever been great enough to take our nation back to a time in which you feel it was would be immensely limiting to our potential as a growing leader among nations. Unfortunately to the globe, we stand poised like a pit bull ready for a fight. While I dislike using such a reference as I have an affection for the poorly reputed pups, it's fitting, because much like the behaviors of an angry pit bull, it's directly influenced by poor upbringing. Poor 'Merica here was raised on blood shed, tears, and deceit. 

But America is still young when compared to other countries across the globe, and currently we are the spitting image of the spoiled only-child of rich folks. It’s not just the snowflakes crying over every little thing that offends them, or the self-absorbed capitalists and republicans (who are so far out of touch with the citizens it's amazing they took office). It’s the lack of compassion our country has been able to discover since inception that prohibits us from becoming the truly great America we were meant to be. Like a plague, this cruel nature has been adopted by the majority of Americans. To have compassion does not mean to let the world walk all over us. It means to have the world respect our nation and take example from us to make their own country better. It is unfathomable to comprehend how we are so many “leaders” into the growth of America, and we have yet to realize the secret sauce to inspiring our nation and the world.

You are clearly a person of great influence--that is obvious. I would dare you to acknowledge, though, that your current influence will not contribute to Greater America. There have been great strides in developing Global Peace--let's not discredit that; but it pleads to know how vested you truly are in peace, when the attitude towards our nearest neighbors is “stay out or else!” The backlash of certain images has thankfully put a halt on separating families, which is what inspired this letter. Unfortunately, the damages are done to those who have already endured so much. Actions such as these beg to question if we all truly understand the founding of this nation, and if so, why we have not progressed from our poor tactics in immigration matters.

I would jest that the Great Wall of China was not exactly built under optimal conditions or funding, and they got it done; but quite frankly, isn’t it about time that we stop acting like this earth is ours to encapsulate in imaginary borders and lines of ownership. What’s more perplexing is why we have not one-upped the Great Wall with a Great Opportunity. Supposing it’s because we have fixated on keeping our southern friends out, we will never come to resolve that pesky border situation, because clearly, they want in.

            In acknowledging that our existence on this floating (very round) rock is one shared together, despite what we think are our differences; we might begin to see a vision similar in nobility to that of Martin Luther King’s (except in which people are not barred by territorial walls--physical or imagined). The Earth was not made so vast in order to prohibit her creatures from exploring it, but to encourage the migration of inhabitants to gain experiences. Sorrowfully, the travels of some are inspired by negative circumstances; something in which most Americans do not have a fresh take. Divine America is not oblivious to this fact.

            Instead of becoming a true answer to the prayers of people, and a nation to be respected, we find further ways to indignify them and embarrass ourselves. Of course, it makes sense to know and identify the people coming into the country (and more specifically, what they may be carrying into the country with them) as a means of “keeping our country safe” (this is what compromise looks like). What does not seem so compromising is the lack of finally establishing a permanent solution to the flux of incoming people at our southern border. Supposing on this side of the border, we’ve forgotten that we are dealing with people. It has been a time since any native-born Americans have had to endure the kind of hardships that would force them to flee their country. Sure, the Trump-testers with their public squalling would have outsiders believe otherwise, but the reality is that most Americans have it cushy enough not to want to leave the country (even over an undesirable in the white house, but I think it's safe to say we have all experienced that).

            In the effort of world peace, one would think “leaders” by now would recognize the importance of not closing doors per se. In fact, why have we not tried building doors?

There’s a claim that many Americans are in need of work. Great! Sounds like there’s an opportunity for building housing facilities along the borders for accommodating large numbers of displaced people. Sounds like there is an opportunity for processors, data entry specialists, analysts, and educators to begin processing the people coming in. Whether it takes a year, or ten, these facilities should be a self-maintained community, equipped to assist these families in finding their place appropriately within our country, as well as to funnel out the threats.

Naturally, extending opportunities to those with a mutual interest in progressively changing their lives and the lives of their children, will result in a eagerness to cooperate with our processes and even adopt some of our American traditions. More so, our borders become more protected, and resourceful to our entire country as the inhabitants can secure and farm the land, contributing in many ways to our economic growth, and international relations.

Such work-entry compromises would satisfy all parties, yet America acts like this is alien education. Unlike the snowflakes who arrive to the table with all-whining complaints and no real solutions, Divine America does not pretend the world is all puppies and kittens, and we come with real solutions. Such a feat is not as simple as waving a magic wand, except for you with a magic pen. Clearly, you are a smart man, but I fear not at all in touch with compassion for people. You have the ability to make peace through force, but you have yet to realize the solutions to the issues at the border. Perhaps it’s because like most, you are not seeing the real issue. This world is so small. As such, one would imagine the common goal of any leader upon her to be that of good-for-all. We are all susceptible to the same tragedies. Eventually, there will be one that comes to remind us the Earth was never ours to claim or conquer, and that we are merely a guest upon her. Just as any other inhabitant before us, we can fall at her whim. 

                                    Sincerely,                                           

Divine America