Covid 19 Blues

"I was sorry to hear about your furlough, that must be worrisome. You were picking up steam at the new job, bringing your valuable skills to the table in a way that was respectful and collaborative.  It's a fine line and you walk it well.  You always empower the people around you  my friend, lifting other up while keeping your own ego in check.  It's admirable and inspiring. Then this shit show came down. Fate is perverse right now.  Your were picking up steam at your  new job until the virus shut you down cold.  I was positioning myself for a graceful exit from my job until the virus slammed the door shut.  Who in their right mind would quick a job right now? Not me.  I'm not that brave. I wish you would harness your angst and write that album of folks songs.  I could play it in my car as a ran away from home, leaving this  mess in the rear view. We are all so tired and confused and deeply concerned. The maniac in the White...

A short history of the American Century: I figure it began when the Doughboys came home from WWI; ramped up during the super-heated Jazz Age, faced a reckoning and found it's heart when FDR faced down the Depression; literally exploded during WWII; cruised into overdrive with the mid-century expansion; lost its optimism on Dealey Plaza;; lost its way in the jungles of Vietnam; lost its faith as Nixon lied; turned it's back on the masses as Reagan trickled down; surrendered to fear during Clinton's mass incarceration; perpetrated a bloody fraud of a war for Dick Cheney's profit, and finally crumbled under the insane ravings of a celebrity megalomaniac. And now, here we are at the ignominious end of the American Empire. One short century. Maybe Michael Stipe feels fine, but I don't. The American Empire is over. We are at an inflection point. Which way will we fall?

Posted today by the brilliant and beautiful Luis Alfaro: there are "those who are dying to get a haircut; and those who will die giving it." Which side are you on? O workers can you stand it? O tell me what it means To go to work and risk death Or starve in quarantine. Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on?