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Plague Journal, When The Shotgun Sings The Song…

Plague Journal, When The Shotgun Sings The Song…

September 1, 2020 Jerry King Comments 0 Comment

We are on the edge of a storm according to a writer in The Atlantic and another in The Federalist. At the end of today’s edition of the NYT The Daily update of articles, I read a paragraph that stated that we are locked in a cold “civil war” as a nation.

The journalist Anand Giridharadas writes in his new newsletter, The.Ink. The U.S. has become “two countries impermeable to each other,” where each side thinks the other presents an existential threat to the idea of America and where persuasion is all but impossible.

The Atlantic and The Federalist writers were cited as writing essentially on the same topic. Bereft of enough time to follow those links and read those pieces I made a hard copy of both to read later today.

Civil War, an unthinkable term, — yet, today the president plans to visit Kenosha, Wisconsin to tour the areas burned in the civil unrest. Obviously he covets a photo opportunity. He will leverage the aftermath of the chaos that his racist rhetoric spurred on, in his bid to influence the electorate in the run-up to November 3rd. He is shameless.

It is clear, transparent that I find Buddhism to be an attractive way of thinking, of disposing of oneself in this violent social and intellectually irrational context. The philosophy of Buddhism offers insight that brings one to the other shore. There is no thought of the afterlife, no religious trappings, — just the insistence that change is the way of things, and we humans are trapped in a sticky wicket of our own cravings, aversions, and desires. We attempt to grasp, to hold on to a changing reality, that slips away despite our best effort. This reminder of our predicament is enough to cause us to suspend uttering that snarky comment, or reconsider pulling the trigger of the gun some are now holding.

That is the teaching of the Buddhist tradition as far as I understand it.

Life is to be lived, no matter the darkness.


Won’t Get Fooled Again
by The Who

We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the last war

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
No, no!

I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Oh I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by the bye
And a parting on the left
Is now a parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss


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