Covid 19 Blues

Sometimes we have to do a thing to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.

"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?

Quarantine dreams: I dreamed of my dear friends Jesse & Ellen.   We were hanging out together, I can’t remember why or what we were doing. I think we were wearing pajamas. Their baby Clementine, my little angel, was not present in the dream. The only thing I know for sure is I woke up saying this: “Am I the middle man in the middle of Middle Earth?” I have been pondering that all morning. What does it mean? Who is the middleman in Middle Earth?   Maybe Elrond? He is in the middle of the story but doesn’t really make things happen?   Maybe Galadriel? Maybe Gollum? Am I Gollum?  I am obsessed with holding on to a precious artifact: the past.   T hat obsession is defining and destroying me. I only see the damage in brief moments of clarity and mourning. I have dwindled to something twisted and sad. Who knows? I just know that it’s hard here. I didn't see this coming. I am not prepared

It wasn't enough to be a rapist, traitor, con man and thief, Trump had to add mass murderer to his list.  It's like he is pursuing some kind of criminal version of the EGOT. He didn't create the virus but he deliberately spread it with his lies, stupidity and pigheadedness. There is blood on his hands.

Everybody's heard the news We've got those Covid 19 Blues A global pandemic catastrophe. With infections wildly winging To illusions we keep clinging Teetering on the brink of anarchy Everyday the headlines are the same Looks like hard times have come round again. While the president plays his game Looks like hard times have come round again. Can't buy a face mask, can't buy T.P. Can't get tested some you're someone on TV Politicians try to dodge the blame Looks like hard times have come round again. Everybody's heard the news We've got those Covid 19 Blues Looks like we might be in for quite a ride With the virus quickly spreading Our confidence is shredding What's it going to take to turn the tide Ever day the headlines are the same Looks like hard times have come round again Time to share some social distance pain Looks like hard times have come round again Rumor spread like fire, everybody hunker down The psycho in the...