Saturday, July 25, 2020

When "Enough!" becomes too much

[UPDATE: background for the posting below. note esp. the phrase:
"to really see people like Trevor and get at their politics: their clear understanding of the past, their fierce determination to hold on to their class and race advantages, and their equally firm resolve to blow everything up if they don’t win."]

I've been unsubscribing from a number of email lists the past few days. I don't believe signing petitions will change much of anything. I don't accept that each and every time something else goes foul it's a world-ending crisis that can only be solved by making a donation to the organization that sent the email. I absolutely refuse to be in the least impressed by emails or Tweets by Democrats declaring the latest and greatest tRUMP action is an outrage and must be stopped, but the message fails to specify how, specifically, the outraged politician plans to do something, or what that something is.

HOW DO WE MOST EFFECTIVELY RESPOND TO THE PRESENCE AND PROSPECT  OF EVER MORE FEDERAL MERCENARIES (ICE etc.) BEING SENT TO INTIMIDATE DEMOCRATIC CITIES WHILE THE POSTAL SERVICE (vote by mail) GOES BANKRUPT AND COVID-19 RUNS RAMPANT?

I respectfully offer the following: We (sane humans with even a smidgeon of self-respect) should follow up on the May 1, 2020 United States essential workers general strike by calling for a nationwide General Strike of all those who are fed up with the failure of the current regime to respect the rule of law and the norms of civilized society, including unmitigated and continuing failures to implement appropriate responses to either COVID-19 or the breakdown of earth's climate. Perhaps the Industrial Workers of the World [IWW] could take a lead role. Based on recent events and the lack of action by #MoscowMitch, GOP Senate Majority Leader, on critical legislation to help the ordinary workers of this country, I don't believe we can wait until November to bring counter pressure on the political elements currently destroying what's left of our "representative democracy." Too many of our politicians, of both  parties, are either doing evil or doing nothing. What was once our "free press" has become a hoard of click-hungry toadies.

past time for the dawn of a new era
past time for the dawn of a new era
Photo by J. Harrington

No doubt I'd be even more distraught had I not already reached the age of majority when our recently (2016, how ironic) named Nobel laureate foresaw intimations of today's world and portrayed it for us. (He also wisely and kindly provided us with the answer to the "troubles he foresaw.")



It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)


Written by: Bob Dylan 


Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be one more
Person crying

So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he’s in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
what else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only


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