See No Evil Hear No Evil Speak No Evil
It’s now 2020. A brand new year. Resolutions have been made and resolutions have been broken. My big one — Do Not Dwell on Politics – was made before Christmas when a bunch of us friends went out to the coast to escape not only the tinsel and mall muzak but the endless news cycle of impeachment hearings, candidate speeches, Trump Tweets and all the rest. Instead we listened to the sound of the surf on the Pacific Ocean. The same surf that has curled and broken on the same beach since time immemorial. And these things too shall pass, saith the sage, probably about politics.
But here it is, Week One about over in a new decade, fires raging in Australia, impeachment battles still being fought, elections still up for grabs … and now this Iranian general blown to smithereens by a drone missile strike. Our warrior president threatens to blow up, count em, 52 iconic cultural sites in Persia if they dare strike back, war crimes be damned! You can ignore the news, but apparently it won’t disappear.
I guess I’m already looking forward to 2021. Maybe pull the covers over my head and hibernate for a year, see if things have gotten better when Rip Van Skeeter gets out of bed. Somehow, though, I suspect they will have gotten significantly worse. I feel like a burgher in 1930’s Germany, hoping my Fuhrer isn’t really as insane and power-mad as he seems. My Jewish neighbors are disappearing but hey, more rental opportunities! And the trains are running on time. What’s not to like?
“And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die.”
Well, I know it’s a day short and a week late, but maybe I need a new resolution. Just what it might be, I really haven’t a clue. “A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while.”
Maybe it’s worth a try….
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If you, or any of us made it a week into the new year, resolutions even partly intact, we’re doing better than Our Feared Leader (fear for his sanity, our safety). It’s doubtful the big man (and not meant in a complementary Clarence Clemons manner) could keep a New Day’s Resolution until 20 minutes after the credits roll on Fox & Friends.
“The American people should be extremely grateful and happy,” that Iran “appears to be standing down,” said the Big Mac Sandwich today.
I’m not complaining, but who’s standing down? Then he tells us we should be cheerful that some guy who threw bricks through someone’s window isn’t going to throw more bricks, for now?
Happy New Year!
I think the American people should be extremely grateful. That at least the folks who tied him in a strait jacket before the Big Announcement told him to keep it short, don’t threaten to destroy cultural and iconic sites, maybe we’ll take the duct tape off for three minutes, no more, but you have to read exactly from the teleprompter even if it makes you seem like a simpleton. Otherwise we let Bolton testify….