I think it was my paternal grandfather, Abe, who first laid this simple piece of folk wisdom on me, “If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, most likely…”. Navel contemplators may have a burning passion to delve deeper into the spiritual or philosophical possibilities of that perception, but I’m pretty sure, most of the time, the feathery creatures, attempting to look adorably hungry to the strangers disregarding the “Do Not Feed the Ducks” sign, are ducks. Ergo, racists are racist, liars lie, thieves steal, politicians spin, guns kill, bullies abuse and everyone poops. At this unique moment in time, at the confluence of pandemic and racial unrest and mad king despotism in the White House, most of us are experiencing a moment of widespread clarity where it may just be possible to clean our very messy and disingenuous slate, if only we take this opportunity to stop trying to reimagine the obvious. It is better to be at peace than at war. It is better not to harm the life-sustaining nature of our planet. It’s cool to be kind. We can, should, must do better while abiding zero tolerance for inept, corrupt, ill-thinking public servants at every level of governance. We are all created equal and everyone’s life is better when life is better for everyone. Certainly, BLACK LIVES MATTER! Equally, blackened hearts DO NOT! Quack!