THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A….

…May be going down the tubes sooner than I thought. I’m not predicting a crack-up yet, but we do seem to be talking ourselves into it. It’s not exactly a conspiracy, let alone a conspiracy to end all conspiracies. There really does seem to be some kind of virus going round. If it manages to amplify again and again and again (and again and again and again) over the coming year, it might end up being as bad as the flu.

But the panic is real–and fully approved.

Remember, if enough people with enough power want the same thing, it usually happens one way or another. They don’t need to gather in smoky back rooms or get a group Twitter page. They just have to wait, watch and seize any opportunity to hand.

If nothing else works they’ll take away your toilet paper, your antibiotics, your pension to remind you of the consequences of venturing down any path they didn’t designate.

That’s all that’s happening now. The Overlords finally found a can they can tie to Donald Trump’s tail. I have no idea if he can shake this off. It’s not looking good so far…so all my previous predictions are off. P.T. Barnum (Trump’s real role model) once said there was a sucker born every minute and two to take him. My fellow citizens are now once more firmly on course to prove he was off by 59 seconds.

For now I can’t turn to Gene or Eddie…They were right of course, but now they’re for  the days when the crack-up is still a generation or two down the road. I’ll hope for a return to those sunnier days. Meanwhile…

Tell ’em Van:

MY FAVORITE POEM (Not Quite Random Favorites….In No Particular Order)

I won’t get any prizes for being original in my taste or thinking, but I’m kind of proud of having latched on to my favorite poem almost the moment I grew to be a man and left childish things behind.

It was published in 1921. It’s theme is so prescient hat, a century later, when history fails to produce a Rough Beast(a Hitler, Stalin, Mao), we invent one in our imagination (as we’re doing with Donald Trump now–on both sides), even if we call him something else.

More about that later, some day when I’m up to it. For now, just know that, as a Scottish realist, I have no problem admitting that the mystic Irishman saw all:

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 William Butler Yeats (1921)

And ya’ll know Eddie’s rewrite don’t you?

I ALMOST HATE TO KEEP DOING THIS…

But I wouldn’t want my readers to be among those surprised when former FBI director and current Trump-huntin’ Man of the People Special Counsel Robert Mueller comes to a bad end and/or just lets the side down

The FBI is a bunch of overpublicized characters, Hoover himself being a first rate publicity hound. All secret police forces come to the same end. I’ll bet the s.o.b. has a dossier on everybody who could do him damage. The FBI throws up such a smoke screen that they make the public forget all the tough ones they never broke. Sometimes I wonder if they ever did break a really tough one.

(Raymond Chandler, Letter to James Fox, Jan. 18, 1954, from Raymond Chandler: A Biography, Tom Hiney, Grove Press, 1997, p 181)

Cue Gene….

Cue Eddie…

 

WHEW! TURNS OUT I WAS WORRIED FOR NOTHING…

…Turns out the whole Bring Down the Statues Thing really was just about Stonewall and Bobby Lee.

And really was just about memorials on public land.

Or memorials on private land that could be casually viewed by the public.

Thank God. We can all rest easy now!

Take it Gene!

…and Eddie!

OKAY, I’LL PLAY…

I don’t want to make a habit of this. I prefer to generate my own ideas/content. But the more I thought about this, the more the challenge/absurdity made me smile….So, again from one of those memes that’s going around…(tried to link live versions where available.)

The 30 Day Song Challenge…(I think the idea is to name the first song you love that comes to mind. Anyway that’s the spirit I’m taking.)