Curses, roiled again

Look at the photos below and consider whether they represent:

• the status of Republicans' ACA "repeal and replace" legislation
  (aka the "undead")


• the Senate Majority Leader's "leadership" of the Senate


• the governance of the Republican party


• the governance of the United States of America


• last night's thunderstorm clouds


• all of the above

storm clouds roiling the night-dark skies

Photo by J. Harrington

Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Photo by J. Harrington

If you've been around as long as I have, you might be lucky enough to remember that one of your favorite song writers from days gone by captured our malaise long ago. We've been here before. Just remember that the solution is NOT to be found in a Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine.

                                     Cloudy

Paul Simon lyrics:

Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on me
And it’s hitchhike a hundred miles
I’m a ragamuffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they’re cloudy
They have no borders, no boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill

Hey, sunshine
I haven’t seen you in a longtime
Why don’t you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating question–why?
And they linger there to die
They don’t know where they’re going, and, my friend, neither do I

Cloudy
Cloudy

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