The places where wild animals trust that they’ll be, safe, that’s why, they enter into our spaces, because we’d, taken up their, natural habitats, they got no place else they can go, so they, “barged” into our living spaces, and if we aren’t open enough, we end up, killing them, because we see them as, INTRUDERS, when in reality, WE are the ones, intruding into their, natural habitats…translated…
The Brown-Spotted Pit Viper at the Balcony Where the Flowers are Planted
You were Drowsy in Sleep
In-Between the Mesmerizing Needle-Like Leaves of the Thymes
The Tattooed Patterns of Clouds on You Almost Camouflaged You into the Muddy Earth Completely
The Most Eye-Catching Colors
The Shared Forms that Stayed, Lowkey
Everything is Confusing to Me. The Gardener Said
This Should be a Chance Encounter, Or Maybe, Due to Chasing
A Squirrel, You’d, Followed the Branches of the Taiwan Cherry and, Barged on to the Floral Balcony of the Second Floor, Here
Like that Knotted Question Mark
Ah My Brown Spotted Pit Viper, You are Now, My Troubles
You’d, Occupied the Focal Point of that Problem
Rattling up Nothing, Like Admitting to This, Dilemma: Rain or Shine
Cold or Heat, the Debates on the Venomous or the Harmless
Is the Problems of Being Alive for You
what she found on her balcony…photo from online
Asking Yourself
The Earth Too
Allowing the Questions to Answer Themselves
Allowing the Answers to, Walk Towards You
Are You Dreaming Now? Wait Until You’re Awake, I Promise
The Patch of Green Will Walk Towards You Then
And so, these venomous things, or things that aren’t, venomous that looked scary enough to us, are barging in, because we took over their natural habitat in the first place, and, this individual chose NOT to kill this, venomous snake, instead, she’d allowed it to be right where it was, on her balcony, and, she’d, promised to get it released, without any harm to it.
Sending Off a Nest of Banded Red Snake
What Sort of a Maternal Instincts Had
Led You Here, to the Soft, Fluffy
Patch of Sand & Mud
Where the Red Brick Paved
Next to the Chinese Evergreen
To Lie Lazily in the Heat of July, Right Outside My Front Window
The Gentle Breezes Brushed by the Window
With the Light Drizzles
On One Evening
You Came
To Give Birth, and Hid Your Children Underneath the Pot of My Plants
With the Only Ones Who Knew About it Being the Nocturnal Snout Moth
You are Definitely Responsible as Your Babies Hatched
Grew Up, Silently, Exited from the Shingled Pot
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
I Saw Seven Babies
The Skins Shed Off by the Base of the Pot I Found————
Surely, You Are, Alert
Because I Never Saw You
And I’d Taken the Active Initiative
Took Them All, into that Deeper, Farther
Where the Water is Clearer, the Woods, Thicker
With the Enriching Food Source, that Place
Where There’s No Snake Nets Nor the Walls
No Humans, No Cars Either
They Will Grow up Safe & Sound, While You
where they normally, live, in the forests, but due to overdevelopment, and deforestation, they’re FORCED to move closer to where we live…photo from online
Will You, Ever Return
To, Signal, to Show Me Signs, That You’re, Still, Alive……
Hunting, Getting Bathed in the Sun
There is Still Room in This Garden for You
So this is, how humans can be kind, to the critters that we instinctively fear who come to our, yards or places where we live, because like us, they’re trying to, give their children a better chance to survive, and, the snake must’ve felt safe in this person’s balcony, that’s why she’d, entrusted her babies to the balcony where the poet lives.
How lending a helping hand had, backfired…translated…
On the way to work, I’d met up with a kindhearted, but a bit, dramatic woman. As she got on the MRT, she’d first, shown that look of making some sort of a discovery, then, looked around a bit, then, walked toward a woman. Although, she was full of heart of ingenuity, but her behaviors were reckless, she’d, intruded into the woman’s conversation with her, friend, just to let her know, that there was a seat available behind her so she could, sit, down.
The train wasn’t, populated at the time, there were the, seat here and there, if you want a seat, it wouldn’t be hard for you to find one. And, the woman was holding a conversation with a man in gray hair, dressed like he just came from a, business, meeting or something, it’d felt like they just left together from a sort of a business meal, as they were engaged in conversation, they were, interrupted, and there was that awkwardness of air. I’d observed that woman who was chatting with the middle aged man, clearly, she took the time to, dress herself up, the vest with the Japanese style embroidery patterns, long skirt with black pantyhose, she was slim, stood straight, she looked like she didn’t need a, seat at all. I’d gotten the seat let up to me, when I was dressed in a large dress, and got mistaken for a pregnant, woman, I could understand this, misinterpretation, the woman dressed herself up, and had been mistaken as someone older, in front of someone from the opposite sex, I’m sure, she was feeling, a bit, ambiguous too then, and she’d, turned down the offers for the seat, stood almost all the way until she got off the, trains.
The kind woman had failed, and she’d, become silent, stood back to her, original, spot, then, situated herself down next to, me.
The train kept speeding, an elderly woman got on, sat in the priority seat opposite of me. The elderly was hunched over completely, with the deformed spines, although she was out of shape physically, but it’d not deterred her from exploring the world, she’d stayed focused on the cellphone, watching the footages of the Korean hottie. I’d recalled how awhile ago, as I’d passed by the café, there was also, an elderly man who was focused on his, iPad, there was, an underwear brand that was showing, he wasn’t looking at the women with the flesh exposed, with the large breasts, but the models of the online bra shops, and I’d, imagined that the elderly was a, moral, man too. Anyway, the elderly woman got into the world of the young hottie, until the MRT announced that it is entering Wanlong Station, then, she’d, gone into a bit of panic, gathered her purse, her cell phone carrier, readied to get back, up again.
The kindhearted woman who’d realized that the elderly woman was flustered, started up her heart of helping others. She’d leaned in toward the elderly, asked, “are you getting off? Do you need my assistance?”, then, she’d, helped the elderly woman, to get to the door, the elderly asked in a flustered manner, “what station is this?” at this time, the words on the display screen was a reminder, not the station, the helpful woman, in a fluster, called out “Jingmei!”, I’d looked up in doubt, thought that I’d heard “Wanlong”, but that woman was so sure of herself, besides, I wasn’t, that sure, so I’d not, made a, sound.
The originally weird air, as the elderly heard “Jingmei”, suddenly froze, then, the elderly told, I’m going to Wanlong. But, a few short seconds before the MRT pulled into the station, the screen started running again, it was Wanlong! The kindhearted woman called out, “This is Wanlong Station!”, the elderly woman began panicking again, but she wasn’t quick enough to move around, plus, the woman who was helping her was carrying a ton of bags, I saw the two, moved around toward the doors, then the second following, the door, slammed, shut, the elderly couldn’t get off at her station, the atmosphere went from panic to frozen…the elderly sat back down lost, the kindhearted woman may have felt awkward, told her friend, “She was getting off at Wanlong…” actually, if she didn’t step in to help, the elderly should’ve gotten off at her station. Anyways, the elderly rode the MRT to the next station, then got off, silently.
I’d wondered, if the woman had set the goal of a good deed a day, that was why she’d, tried to find the opportunities to help the elderly woman out, and, as I watching close by, I can only hope, that may her next turn to offer someone her assistance be better.
And so, this is, all from the observer’s standpoint, and we don’t know what the intention of the woman who’d offered her hand in assistance to the elderly woman was, and this showed us, that sometimes, it’s best to just let things happen as they should, that we shouldn’t, step in and mess around.
On the mayor of Taichung’s going to the Executive Department to get into a serious debate with the head of state, Cho on the Central government’s halting the assistive funding to her city, she was only fighting hard for the rights of her constituents, doing WHAT a mayor IS, supposed to, do! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
Awhile ago, the mayor of Taichung acme to the Executive Department Conference, started engaging in a heated debate with the head of state, Cho on the Central government’s halting the plan-type assistive programs; while the head of environment department, Peng in his interview with the press, criticized how Lu was really, brash in speaking, “it’d sounded like a mother scolding her son, she’s too tough, very, brash.” Peng may be protecting his “owner” or maybe he’d felt bad for the head of internal affairs, but, this was, quite an, improper metaphor, which immediately added more fuels to the fires of opposition of the society.
and it’s all tilted against Lu’s favor here, becacuse she got off topic, getting too enthusiastic into “scolding” the Head of State, video from YouTube, from a DDP favored news channel
It’s only normal, that the central and local governments fought for the bigger piece of the pie, and it would be even more ordinary, if the local governments aren’t the same party-affiliations with the party in control of the central, government. The Executive Department if it wanted harmony, then, it needs to rely on the head of state, secretary or other heads of department to work hard to mediate. At the beginning, when the president, Lai assigned Cho as the head of state, the reason why he gave him the position was because he “was excellent in mediations, with a softer stance.”
Now, look at Lu, she was once the state council, and had six times won the legislative elections for her districts, and had to, rely on her own tough stance to breakthrough, but after she was elected the major of Taichung, she’d started caring for all of the citizens of her city, and won the reputation of “mayor mama”; not long before, in opposition to the grand scheme of impeachment, she’d named herself, “Mama Lu from Taichung”.
Through the perspectives of Peng, clearly, the same “Mama Lu”, carried different meanings in the eyes of the members of the Cho cabinets versus that of the citizens of, Taichung; what Cho sees as “fierce, bossy mama”, is the local government official who fights hard for her constituencies rights.
If the Mayor of Taichung’s “scolding” the head of state is misconstrued as “grilling her son”, then, as Wang had, called the Digital Development “bullshit” in front of Cho, could it be also, interpreted as, scolding a son” too?, or even, scolding a grandson using a more fierce tone? But, Peng’s description of “a mother scolding her son”, it’d made the citizens feel even more, that the “son” can’t behave right.
So, this is, how the DDP spins it, the mayor of Taichung, Lu from the KMT was only watching out for her constituency, the people who counted on her, to help them get their rights, and yet, the DDP spun her getting into serious spat with the head of state as “grilling her son”, that’s just how the DDP tried to, manipulate the masses, and we won’t take it anymore, but unfortunately, we’re still not, waking up, soon enough here…
This is the mindset, we should carry, to interpret everything in our, lives, from a, bystanders’, perspective, that way, we can, gain a, clearer, view of things, the column by Jimmi Liao, translated, by me…
Getting Higher Up to Se, Farther, Longer, Tragedies, Comedies, Travesties, Absurdities, Magical, Realistic…………………
It’s all a, Performance, for, Show.
illustration of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com
And we will always, see things, in their, whole view, if only, we, back our selves, away, but we normally, can’t, because, things that are happening, is too personal for us to, take that, step, back, even IF it means, that stepping back, will give us a, better, perspective of the whole thing, we still, couldn’t, because we’re, completely, immersed…
Imagine the cognitive dissonance this individual must go through, being around all his Democratic supporter friends, and he’s the only one of them, who voted Republican, he had to, mask his own preferences up, because he didn’t want his peers to, not be his friends anymore, how the election affected people on a, personal level…translated… During my time, stationing at the Santa Fe Fine Arts Academy, there’s the trend of “swiping befriending”. What started up this trend was B, soon as she’d landed in Santa Fe from her flight, she’d started, sliding, in a few days’ time, she’d, gone sorted through all the lesbian population of Santa Fe and area around Santa Fe, and afterwards, she’d gone out riding the horses, out on dates, traveled. We are all station artists, so why is her life, especially, colorful and full of different things she could, do? And so, I’d, tagged along. The Presidential Elections were coming up in November, I’d thought, I took the time to get to know people, why not, prod around, how people are, voting here? New Mexico is a known “blue state”, more support for the Democratic Party, but, despite how the population of Democrat support exceeded that of Republican supporters, just like the most areas of the United States, with the major cities and the college towns leaning toward Democrats, the rest leaned Republican. Santa Fe as the capital city, and it’d leaned toward the Democratic Party a lot, but if you drive southbound, toward the freeways where there are mostly the petrochemical companies, every few minutes, you would see the campaign ads for Trump. I’d even seen more than twenty signs on a tiny lawn by the side of the road, like a silent sort of a campaign, with enormous forces. All of the artists stationed in the arts village are progressives, whether or not we supported the Democratic candidate Harris, we all hated Trump, hated how he is pro-abortion, and unfriendly toward LGBTQ+ as well as restricting the rights to abortion for women. Most of whom I stationed with are like me, the more apparent, like K who is filming and producing a documentary film on cults, with the introduction page of his stating, “conservatives PROHIBITED at ALL TIMES!”, and, as we conversed, soon enough, I’d heard him making fun of the logics of conservatives, “based off of statistics, those who owned guns will get shot at a higher percentage than those who don’t own the weapons” (as self-defense is the reasoning behind conservatives’ support of Amendment Two). M, who’s, more reserved, who’s quiet-looking, but enjoyed the “Gothic parties”, she always watched her verbiage, didn’t want her words to, hurt anyone, for instance, as she referred to North American natives, she became troubles on using the word, “Indians” (some believed, that the word, “Indian” would be improper, as Columbus thought he’d landed in India, when he landed on North America, that’s why the natives were called, “Indians”.) The aerospace engineer, C was the first one who’d told that he’d wanted to vote for Trump, he was raised in the extremely conservative state of Alabama, and graduated out of the extreme liberal U.C.-Berkeley. First time we’d met, we’d not talked of politics, second time, I don’t know what buttons I’d pushed in him, that’s gotten him to rant incessantly of the complexities of his preferences of the political parties: after he’d become more educated, he’d come to internalize many of the progressive values, supportive of women’s rights to abort, supportive of same-sex marriages, and he also identified himself as a homosexual too; and even so, he’d still believed many of the conservatives’ views: believed that global warming is a hoax, that U.S. is overtly politically correct these days, especially on the right to bear arms. Back home, C’s family has four guns, his great grandfather, his grandfather one each, he’d owned a shotgun and a, handgun himself. Born in the conservative states, he’d gone to the progressive cities to earn his college degree, lives in a progressive city, C told, that from the start, he kept on, getting into arguments with people around him, and as he’d made jokes, people would “correct” him, and in the end, he’d watched what he’d said carefully, and, assimilated, but, he is stable in his beliefs internally. And now, as all his friends are against Trump, but this election, he’d wanted to, vote for, Trump, it’s just, that he didn’t tell anyone that he had, “if I’d told my friends I’d voted for Trump, then I would lose all my, friends.” I can understand why he’d told all of this to me, as I’m only a passerby who is out in two and a half months’ time, no matter how I’d felt about his choices, it wouldn’t, affected, him. After the November Elections, the results was, expected, Trump took all, with Harris, NO chance, that made all my progressive friends, completely, upset, as a bystander, I’d heard several of my, non artist friends’, confessions to me, admitted how they’d, voted for Trump. Ultimately, C voted for a minor party outside of the Democrats and the Republicans, after all, New Mexico is, too, blue, it’s pointless to vote for Trump here. What’s interesting was, on the night where the election results were being presented, he’d gone to a party with all his friends around, who’d voted for Harris—from beginning to the end, to this, very day, he’d not actually, voted for, Harris. It made me wonder, those who voted for Harris, and Harris had lost, and those who voted for Trump, with Trump winning, but couldn’t tell it to the world, who has it, worse? This is on, staying true to our values, all the way, despite what the outside pressures, and we’d, masked ourselves up, and, in time, that may cause this state of dissonance, that will eventually, cause the mental distresses in our lives, but it hadn’t happened yet for this person, and hope that it never, will, but hey, this is what this man did, in order to, keep true to his own beliefs, of whom he believe could, best rule the country, voting for the person who has the closer values from which he was, being, brought up on, and, this is on personal preferences, in relation to the pressures from one’s own peers, of how we might need to, mask our own selves up, to “fit in with the bigger crowd”, but in reality, we’d voted, based off of what we thought is, most in line with the values we were, brought up, with…
The traditional CHINESE beliefs of it’s only NATURAL and NORMAL for us to worry over our (still don’t got me one!!!) children, no matter how old they get! And that’s, just, WRONG, and, NEWS FLASH parents: when you worry over us so excessively, we can’t live our lives freely, because we’d be constantly looking over OUR god damn shoulders, to see if, mommy and daddy are okay without us checking in…this is really AWFUL, helicopter (maybe more like, VELCRO) parents here…translated… Sometimes, I’d Had to, Bite My Tongue, But Worried about it Being, Hindsight, So I Can, Only, Remind Myself, that I Need to be Steady, So I Can be the Needed Support for, Someone Else, I Need to Overcome My Own Weakness, Learn to Stay Calm, to be Able to Offer My Children the Help They Needed When They Need it………. My Heart’s Connected, with My Eyes Glued on the Flight Tracker Every time our child alighted the flights, H would always, use his flight tracker app, stared at the flight number of our child, using his gaze, getting all the willpower to gather, the forces of the gods. At the height of over 30,000 miles, the parents’ hearts are up in the air, worrying, and can only use this way, to help ourselves to feel more at, eased. And, as the reports of the turbulences came on, we’d worried, but without ways of knowing if our child was okay, until he’d, landed and called us up. I lay in bed, closed my eyes, tried to, sleep, in my dreams, the engines of the airplane continued to sound, the dropdown window became that small window on the plane, the bright white clouds stacked up into the fluffy cottons of white, and then, my bed shook, trembled and even, fell, H woke in his unsettlement many times a night, and he would only feel at ease, as he’d checked our son’s, flight still there on the screen of his, cellphone
what we are, to our, young…
illustration from online That time, our child’s flight was about to land in the middle of the night, H rushed to check for him, the gates of the transfer of the airport he’d landed, in, and found, that the connecting flight had been, canceled, then, he’d, flustered, and went searching for an, alternative, connecting, flight for him, because of the hurricane, all the flights were, canceled, and, seemed that our son will be, spending a night at the, airport then. There was no, target of care on the cell phone screens now, H felt upset, went back to bed, then, immediately, gotten back up, switched from window to window on his computer, checking the flights available, the situations with the hurricane, and, as he’d thought that our son would be sitting alone on the vacant airport waiting area chair, his butt started, feeling achy. Ahhh! He can only, worry, incessantly, over the changes in the air high up in the skies, and the, weather that he can do nothing, about, the differences of time zones, the distances between us and our child, are all, trials. After a long night, our son finally, got on the flight again, the dot started, blinking on the computer screen once more, and we’d, glued our eyes on that flight, prayed and, blessed our, son. The Stable Supports, Before I Let Go, I Make Myself Feel More at Ease Our children are continuations of our bloodlines, their journeys are ours, the location that their forefathers couldn’t venture to, they will go. The northern lights in Norway, the wilderness of Maine, the sleigh ride in the northern lands, and the bumpy small airplane ride, I couldn’t even imagine, but because of our child’s adventures, we were able to, experience—that sense of thrill, in moving on the frozen land. We’re happy to see our child venturing out, but the worries came at us wave after, wave after, wave. Sometimes, I’d wanted to, tell him not to go, but, worried that I may not have, been, careful enough to consider his perspectives, so I can, only remind myself, that I need to be steadier, to be his, stable, support, that I had had to, overcome my own sense of weakness, to learn to stay calm, to offer the help that my son would need. Or maybe, putting some distances between us, giving each other the space that’s between us so we can, both, learn, to rid ourselves of that, unnecessary nervousness. Once, my son broke his fingers at a ski range, and he’d fallen into the ditches on the rainy nights using his skateboard to get around, sustained serious contusions on his shoulders and arms. And as we’d learned, his injuries had already been dressed in gauze, slowly dried up on the other end of the earth, scabbed. As we were able to avoid the impact in the time being we were able to be rational about his injuries, and laughed how lucky he was this time, to only have, injured his, hand, that the next time he goes out, he needed to be, more, careful, was the reminder that we gave to, him. Still recalled how when our son learned to ride the bicycle, H and I gripped onto the back, didn’t dare let him go, and, every time we’d, watched his clumsy feet, not getting on the pedals, with the bike tilting to the left, and to the, right, the two wheels got stuck, and could no longer, move, forward. And, the parents who had already trained their young to ride would advise us, “let him fall a couple of times, then he’ll, learn to ride”. And, after so many years, we’re still, learning. In order to let go, we need to, feel at eased first, but, what’s in feeling the ease, was with the entanglements of our worries, our care, and, through the passages of time, we both became, more flexible, and our interactions became, better.
and even this…
I need to know where you are at every moment of every single day! Photo from online Expanding Our Fields of Visions, to Enjoy This, Beautiful Journey, Together Our son went off, again, the flight tracker radar flickered, again, every time he’d departed, landed, Milan, Venice, Florence, photo after photo came into the family’s group—the majestic cathedral, the gondola across the river, the many faces of the canal………he’d had to, climb up 463 flights of stairs to get to the Cathedral of St. Mary of the Flower, 414 steps to get to, the bell tower. There were the, unknown surprises hidden in the winding passageways in Venice, the murals painted on the walls, opening up the fields of vision, more than four hundred bridges over a total of one-hundred-seventeen waterways, the high and low pebble paths, my son used his strong legs and feet, made the explorations for us, leading us across one romantic location after the next and the next, and the, next. The autumns are filled with the rains in Europe, it’d soaked southern Europe wet, every morn as my son got up, he’d, adjusted his tours according to the weather conditions, and we both carried the expectations, to go with him, to adventure into, the various places under the, various, weather, conditions. As the trips ended, my son transferred back to Taiwan from Bangkok, we’d tracked the flight, and it showed that the flight was coming from Kaohsiung toward, Taipei, I climbed up to the roof to gather up the laundry, lifted my head, saw a plane overhead, I’d, waved to it, returned back into my bedroom, the flight my son was on just passed, Chiayi, hehe, in a short bit, I’d heard the rumbling of the engine, passing through the, clouds, the indicator stated that it was, right over the skies of, Taichung then, ahhhhhhhhh! Should be this one, H and I felt excited, and, the entire house came to, life. And so, these are the parents who still couldn’t, quite, let go yet, like the sentiments of all the parents in the Chinese culture: no matter how old you grow, you will always BE our child! And, that may work in the olden times, but, not in today’s world, because today, we kids are all seeking out our own independence, we do NOT feel the need to have to check in with you, and yet, you stupid parents, because you were raised on your god DAMN traditional Chinese beliefs (completely outdated, if I may say so!), you enforce your worries onto us, which drives us to feel annoyed, because then, we’d had to, call you stupid parents up, to let you know that we’re, okay, that we will be home in a minute (maybe not that exact!), but you get what I’m saying, don’t you???
illustration from UDN.com
This is, a pair of parents who still see their ADULT child as young child and just, can’t stop worrying about their ADULT son, and no, we do NOT need to, “check in” with you, our parents, so you would, stop, worrying, okay, we all got our lives to live here, so just, let US, live our lives, and STOP hovering over us already!
Now, we’re, examining the ripple effect of DDP’s corruption in this, particular, case of the embezzlement of the funds of the former C.E.O. of a green energy company, that had ties with the, DDP…off of the Front Page Sections, translated… As the courts mandated Chen, the C.E.O. of Taiyen into custody for the first time last month, he’d, skipped town, the Tainan District Court’s “setting him loose” in justice is not in accordance to people’s expectations, and there’d been, debates on the, matter since. But, since the Tainan D.A.’s Office had confirmed that Chen turned the company stocks into his own private stash, the amount he’d embezzled if close to three times the capital of the company, this supposedly, makes Chen at high flight risk, and yet, they’d tossed the ruling of him being in police custody back, there’s no measures to ensure that he wouldn’t, escape, which foreshadowed to how the case will get ruled on in the future: not according to the perceptions of what justice entailed by the public. The district attorneys and investigators suspected, that Chen may be in collusion with the contractors, and started lobbying for the green electricity means, and, filled up their own pockets with the funds allotted to them by the government agencies, the contracting work, and was even in suspicions, of using the specialty clause to ensure the funds would be lost. Generally speaking, no matter what sort of crimes, as long as it involved money, violence, or other major felonies, the investigators feared the most in working the cases is having the leaks of information about the ongoing investigation, worried that the suspects may hear something, and make their, escapes before the investigations are finished, that the suspects may destroy the physical evidences of their crimes. At the Central Committee Conference of the DDP, the president Lai called out to Chen, to face the justice systems, and, in almost two weeks’ time, Chen finally came and turned himself, in, it’s a wonder, that the rest of us, believed that Chen was merely, “following the DDP’s scripts”. And so, that, is how it goes, the DDP, as the directors of all of these, collusion cases, embezzlements, they bought out the D.A.’s office, the justice systems, and so, of course, this is how the investigators would work these cases, because this IS, how C-O-R-R-U-P-T this government, is, with everything rotten in the cores, and expanding, outward now…
Did someone call, S-A-T-A-N??? ‘Cuz that’ll be, what’ll, happen TO the U.S., as that first, domino, and more dominoes are bound to, fall, if this, PSYCHOPATH (as he’d, checked ALL the, “marks” on the criteria list???) gets into, the WH, again! But, do the voters in the U.S. know this? Of course not, as the followers of the Republican CULT is, completely, BLIND, and, didn’t the Republica CULT already, KIDNAPPED the Supreme Court from before already??? Yeah, and so, there goes, the F-R-E-E W-O-R-L-D, a “crystal ball” reading of the futures to come, off of the Front Page Sections, translated… We’re only, NINE days to the FINAL SHOWDOWN of the U.S. Presidential Elections, from the polls and the swing states, Harris’s leads are, quickly, diminishing, while Trump’s, making a comeback, but, the races is too close to accurate predict the outcomes. The presidency of the United States is the most powerful position in the world, and every election had gained the world’s, attention. This election not only decides the direction of politics of the U.S., more importantly, with U.S. a global influence, it will speed up the trends of global politics as well. First, in the past decade, the democratic countries tilted to the right quickly, not only are the countries turning more protective, they’re all leaning toward, populism. As the ambitious politicians gained the positions via election, they’d broken the boundaries of the guarantees of people’s rights, and started ruling on populist belief, and personal interests. This trend began with Trump gaining presidency in 2016, following, the Hungarian P.M., Orban, the Indian P.M., Modi, even Macron too. If Trump gained presidency again, he would get populist to the highest climax of the world. He, and Orban, Le Pen, are very close in interactions, in the future, Trump may well start up a global Un-Free Ally, promoting anti-immigration, unification of church and state. Secondly, globalization had been reinforced since 1970, about a decade ago, it’d started causing the disgust; this anti-globalization didn’t appear in the collective forms of proletariat, but in forms of the blue collar voters, unionizing, gaining the benefits from the candidates, employing protectionism, using the high tariffs, to block off the cheaper imports.
the distributions…image from online
Trump was the first American politician who’d discovered this trend, especially in the swing state of the Midwest, once, the car manufacturing, the steel industry was where the support for Democrats are, but, the voters had been, attracted by “To Make America Great Again” that Trump preached, they’d, all leaned toward the Republicans now. The Democrats were ill-prepared, in 2016, even though Hillary Clinton won the electoral votes, she’d lost popular votes to Trump, later, Trump took from Clinton, the punishing tariffs Trump had set on China, Biden didn’t take it off, feared of angering the enterprises, and the laborers, to date, the U.S. doesn’t dare, enter into the CPTPP that it’d, started, up because of this, showing, that protectivism is now, mainstream in America. Finally, the biggest difference between the Republican and Democratic candidates Trump and Harris, is the isolationism. Harris basically followed Biden’s route, continuing allying with Europe, and countries in Asia; in Europe, supporting Ukraine in fighting Russia, in Asia, supporting Taiwan and the Philippines, to fight China. But, Trump thinks, that the allied countries are taking advantage of the U.S., continually asking to raise up the budge of foreign defense; on the Russo-Ukrainian War, he’d stated that he could arrange a ceasefire in a short twenty-four hours; on the possibilities of Communist Chinese invading Taiwan, he’d, refused to comment, only said, that Xi is his friend, that he wouldn’t do it.
what the distributions of the votes look like…map from online From 1920 to 1930, the U.S. was in isolationism, back then, the U.S. was protected by the two major oceans, in the end, Hitler’s ambitions and invasions, forced U.S. to enter into the World Wars. Post World War II, N.A.T.O. was set up by the U.S., and the U.S. allied itself with countries in Asia, to set up the protective defense actions on the sides, to prevent the nightmares from recurring, again. And now, if Trump wins the presidency, it will, send the U.S. into, isolation, again. The American Presidential Elections, it’s the business of the United States, but because of the global influence that U.S. exerts, all around the world, we’re, paying, close attention; the results of the elections, whether it be populist, protectionist, or, isolationist, will affect the global politics, Taiwan must be, really, careful of this. And so, this would be why Election 2024 is too important to, neglect, because whoever the citizens elect as president, will DEFINE what’ll happen in the world, so, ask yourselves, those voting in November: do you want the U.S., to be CUT off from the rest of the society, to become isolated (and having no friends feel, really awful, I would imagine!), or, would you rather, help other countries, because it’s the right thing, the morally responsible thing to, do, what sort of a value, do you want, Uncle Sam to, have? I pray you all, vote right, otherwise, the world’s countries will, fall with the first domino, Uncle Sam, “leading the way” here…
Holding on to whatever positive things you are able to find, despite how bad it’s getting all around, holding on to, hope…translated…
As I Jumped Up & Down in the Spare Room with the Kids
The Ground is Sinking, as the Raging Rain Came
The Children Rolled up the Lakes and Fell, Asleep
In the Dreams, They Didn’t See the Kettles Silvery Like the Flying Saucer
The Iron Horses, Drinking Their Water, the Directions of the Wind, Swimming Toward the Roosters
the morning after…photo from online
The Wiring on the Walls Started, Salivating with the Mucus Dripping out of the Nose
The Exquisite High-Rise Ad Stood Erect & Elegant in the Rain
The Window Behind the Cloth Ad that Was Blocked Out of Sight
Also Looked Upon, in the Shadows of Eternity, with Elegance
But, None of This is, Related to Me, I’d, Shut
and how we’re still able to, stay sheltered from the, storm…all we need is that, sturdy enough, roof over our heads, and that was, enough…photo from online
That Book, Recalled How My Electronic Chicken Hadn’t Had Its Portions Yet
With the Dark Clouds Over its Head, Starved to Ashen in its, Face
It’d Labored, it’d Conquered, it’d Starved
Its Name was “Cutey”, Satisfied with Very Little
That Child is Too Kind, to Ask of the Trials of this, World
At this Time, the Street Lamps were in that Staring Contests, the Balcony Majestic
The Neon Sign of My Neighbors Started Showing its Right Shoulders
The Glowing Buddha Was Only about to, Wake
So as the wind and the rain, the storm came, everything turned, pitch black, the only glow of light would be the, neon signs on the streets, that hadn’t gotten, blown off, yet…
Mirroring the World 
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