When the Music's Over

[H2O Man]

Sometimes, when I read the FB comments from maga people I have known for 60 years or more (or less), I ponder if life would be easier if I was fucking stupid? I mean, they are able to ignore reality, and be happy with how things are unfolding around the globe. So I posted the following:

Boy, I love this spring weather! Can't beat that, until summer comes rolling in. I went out and started cleaning stuff off my lawn, before sitting down feeling overwhelmed at the vast amount of effort I'll need to invest on the lawn and garden this year. Perhaps it's just me, but groceries seem to have continued to get more expensive. So I'm thinking about improving the garden this year.

I've been telling my relatives and friends to grow gardens this year. Expand on them, if you already do. I need to learn the art of canning, myself. Buy from local farm stands. Don't waste food. Have a compost pile. Don't wait until it's too late, thinking, “I'll just shoplift and rob my annoying neighbor's picture perfect garden.” Doing that will, of course, at best get you three meals a day in the county jail, but it will be too late in the season when released to get a good garden in.

I was thinking about these things as I rested outside after doing some work. It's enough to make me anxious about the future that I hope to participate in. Then I thought of a recent conversation with my friends Bill and Bill about the future. It sure was better back in the day, the music, the parties, and all of our friends were alive. Things sure have changed. Now we worry about the world we are handing down to the next generations.

Back even two decades ago, necroconservative Dick Cheney was the worst war criminal in the world. I remember when General Wesley Clark ran for president in 2004. He warned us that the necroconservatives (including some from both parties) had a plan to remake the Middle East by overthrowing seven nations. Call it coincidence if you must, but Iran is #7, the last on the list. Thinking of this as I sat relaxing, I found myself looking up at the clouds, hoping none looked like a mushroom.

Fortunately, the sky was overcast and great, and the weather forecast is for it will remain so for a week. There are warnings that a hard rain is going to fall tonight. So around here, people may be staying inside as a result, despite the weather being more upbeat and chipper than the news. Many of my Christian friends will find the combination fitting for meditations on the week that Jesus was murdered. Still others will delight in watching bombs explode on their computer screens, hoping this will bring about the return of Jesus and the end of the world. Boy, are they in for an unpleasant surprise.

Sure – we are living in a global cacotopia, as the ancient Greeks would say. But let's focus on the bright side. I am convinced that Netanyahu will play the antichrist in the next Batman movie. That will be the second flick that this Doors' song is featured in, and few things are as uplifting as The End. Maybe that makes all of the pain, suffering, death, and the huge budget for the movie worth it.

[BeyondGeography]

1. Ah, The End...that was Jim Morrison nailing my suburban 1960s NY childhood

with lines like this:

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane

K&R

[H2O Man]

2. Right!

Jim wrote most of this song while he was a teenager. I think it fit my rural upbringing in NYS in the 1960s.

[usonian]

3. Simpler: "No Brain, No Pain."

I dunno if they have the mental capacity to see that they voted for Barabbas and got Barabbas.

A common thief.

Your Easter week message.

[cksmithy]

4. I saw the Doors multiple times, I probably heard this song in 1969/70 at one of their concerts.

Thanks for the music and your thoughts.

[fantase56]

5. damn, that tune brings back some memories....

Anyway, I was texting my sister the other day and our conversation drifted to religion, mainly Christianity. We decided our lives would be so much easier if we could have just blindly accepted the dogma (been stupid followers). Neither of us have ever been able to "go along to get along" and our religious education ground to a halt the moment we were each mature enough to question what we were being told. Of course, this defiance didn't just stop with religion. It branched out into all aspects of our lives whether it was government, work, wars of choice, human rights, etc. We were both dubbed troublemakers, and it's a moniker I proudly wear to this day.