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The Daily Good Morning 01302018
Birdie & Bernie: A Conversation (Volume 2 - Chapter 1) - Hope is Kindled...The Beacons of Burlington are Berning
The mad steward, whose pride and desperation have led to his self-coronation as false king, brings the country to the brink of war and deeper poverty. From their separate journeys, our heroes have arrived in Dinas Cirith, where they seek to speak Truth to Power.
Birdie: Where is the grey wanderer?
Having battled the Hillaruk-hai through the depths of Michi Gan and Calif Ornia and then up the Endless Stair of Philad El Phia, our hero appears.
Bernie: Nearly seven stars and seven stones have passed. The hair is white, now, dear friend.
Birdie takes his usual perch upon our hero’s shoulder.
Birdie: The people call for you to help depose Donalthor, so we may turn toward battling the greater evils.
Bernie: He will grant us no audience. He knows his time is short. Unlike the dwarves sing in their tales, gold is n'er long forgotten. At least not by him.
Birdie shakes his beak. A feather drifts gently in the air. Birdie realizes he needs to be more direct.
Birdie: The people know you are still fighting. We need you to know that we want you as a leader.
Bernie: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. The people are rising. Their currents will lift the rightful heir.
Rumors have been long-standing and they have sparked dreams. Reports have surfaced and they have sparked nightmares for those that would stand against this movement. But dreams and nightmares both are fed by the reality of our days.
Birdie: Just say the word. We will mobilize.
Bernie: There are greater issues at hand - universal health care, for-profit prisons, affordable education, deportations and DACA, the cutting of medicaid, tax cuts, mid-term elections...
Birdie whistles a low tweet, punctuated by a chirp. What is the word, the phrase, the pull of the heart-string, which will move the head-strong?
Birdie: You are a beacon. You cannot deny this.
Bernie pauses. Looks toward the Montpeilenor Fields, and upward to the peaks of Hart Ford, and all across the Rutty Lands.
Bernie: This is your realm, and the heart of the greater realm that shall be. The time comes of the Dominion of Humanity, thus Elder Kindred shall fade or depart.
Birdie: Not me, us. Of course. But don't mistake that even as our leader (which is exactly why we want you as a leader), you remain, simply, one of us.
Bernie smiles that smile we all know - the one that keeps us believing that there is a masterful move awaiting its play, five steps from now…to corner that mad steward king, and all the establishment bishops and knights and (c)rooks.
Bernie: I have to run.
Birdie: Yes, you do.
Something unspoken sits between the two. Birdie takes leave of his host to post upon a tree whose skeletal white branches reflect a time long passed, in the still fountain below.
Bernie: I have three Medicare For All rallies to attend today and a bill to present in the Senate. Be merry! We will meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming.
Bernie sets stride to his steed and speedily stumps out of sight. Birdie whispers to none in particular…
Birdie: You are the storm.
Birdie flies to the top of Burl Ington. With a strike of the Flint, the word is set on the lips of the people across the houses and lands, sets the Voices of the Movement scrambling to set flame to all the pyres of the old ways and days…
The beacons, once twenty and sixteen, now twenty by twenty, are lit!
How will We the People respond? How will we, elves and dwarves and humans all, of Rivendell and Lothlorien, of Khazad-Dun and Erebor, of Gondor and Rohan, respond?
How will we raise our song, rally all voices to call and to knock, to speak Friend to all who will listen that the way to the new day is through #Bernie2020
Become a Beacon.
#ForeverBernie #HopeIsKindled
The Daily Good Morning 01302018
Birdie & Bernie: A Conversation (Volume 2 - Chapter 1) - Hope is Kindled...The Beacons of Burlington are Berning
The mad steward, whose pride and desperation have led to his self-coronation as false king, brings the country to the brink of war and deeper poverty. From their separate journeys, our heroes have arrived in Dinas Cirith, where they seek to speak Truth to Power.
Birdie: Where is the grey wanderer?
Having battled the Hillaruk-hai through the depths of Michi Gan and Calif Ornia and then up the Endless Stair of Philad El Phia, our hero appears.
Bernie: Nearly seven stars and seven stones have passed. The hair is white, now, dear friend.
Birdie takes his usual perch upon our hero’s shoulder.
Birdie: The people call for you to help depose Donalthor, so we may turn toward battling the greater evils.
Bernie: He will grant us no audience. He knows his time is short. Unlike the dwarves sing in their tales, gold is n'er long forgotten. At least not by him.
Birdie shakes his beak. A feather drifts gently in the air. Birdie realizes he needs to be more direct.
Birdie: The people know you are still fighting. We need you to know that we want you as a leader.
Bernie: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. The people are rising. Their currents will lift the rightful heir.
Rumors have been long-standing and they have sparked dreams. Reports have surfaced and they have sparked nightmares for those that would stand against this movement. But dreams and nightmares both are fed by the reality of our days.
Birdie: Just say the word. We will mobilize.
Bernie: There are greater issues at hand - universal health care, for-profit prisons, affordable education, deportations and DACA, the cutting of medicaid, tax cuts, mid-term elections...
Birdie whistles a low tweet, punctuated by a chirp. What is the word, the phrase, the pull of the heart-string, which will move the head-strong?
Birdie: You are a beacon. You cannot deny this.
Bernie pauses. Looks toward the Montpeilenor Fields, and upward to the peaks of Hart Ford, and all across the Rutty Lands.
Bernie: This is your realm, and the heart of the greater realm that shall be. The time comes of the Dominion of Humanity, thus Elder Kindred shall fade or depart.
Birdie: Not me, us. Of course. But don't mistake that even as our leader (which is exactly why we want you as a leader), you remain, simply, one of us.
Bernie smiles that smile we all know - the one that keeps us believing that there is a masterful move awaiting its play, five steps from now…to corner that mad steward king, and all the establishment bishops and knights and (c)rooks.
Bernie: I have to run.
Birdie: Yes, you do.
Something unspoken sits between the two. Birdie takes leave of his host to post upon a tree whose skeletal white branches reflect a time long passed, in the still fountain below.
Bernie: I have three Medicare For All rallies to attend today and a bill to present in the Senate. Be merry! We will meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming.
Bernie sets stride to his steed and speedily stumps out of sight. Birdie whispers to none in particular…
Birdie: You are the storm.
Birdie flies to the top of Burl Ington. With a strike of the Flint, the word is set on the lips of the people across the houses and lands, sets the Voices of the Movement scrambling to set flame to all the pyres of the old ways and days…
The beacons, once twenty and sixteen, now twenty by twenty, are lit!
How will We the People respond? How will we, elves and dwarves and humans all, of Rivendell and Lothlorien, of Khazad-Dun and Erebor, of Gondor and Rohan, respond?
How will we raise our song, rally all voices to call and to knock, to speak Friend to all who will listen that the way to the new day is through #Bernie2020
Become a Beacon.
#ForeverBernie #HopeIsKindled