Two days have passed, I continue to be shaken by the dismissal of James Comey, Director of the FBI.  FBI directors are appointed for a 10 year term in order to be resistant to political influence.  Comey’s agency has been investigating the scope of Russian interference in our November election, and the Trump campaign in particular as a potential vehicle for that interference.  The firing took place a few days after Comey had requested more funds for the investigation.  Yesterday the president met with Russian Foreign minister Sergey Lavrov.

Thankfully now-a-days there is no need to murder a inconvenient individual who is an obstacle to power.  They can simply be dismissed and replaced.

I was reminded of a segment of English history.  The year, 1170 December 2nd, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Thomas a Becket is cut down by four of King Henry’s knights sent to avenge the King’s bruised ego.  Here are a few lines from T. S. Eliot’s Murder in the Cathedral.

Tempter

                                          As for the King,
His hardened hatred shall have no end.

and a short paragraph…..

The Four Tempters

Man’s life is a cheat and a disappointment;
All things are unreal,
Unreal or disappointing;
The Catherine wheel, the pantomime cat,
The prizes given at the children’s party,
The prize awarded for the English Essay,
The scholar’s degree, the statesman’s decoration.
All things become less real, man passes
From unreality to unreality.
This man is obstinate, blind, intent
On self destruction.
Passing from deception to deception,
From grandeur to grandeur to final illusion,
Lost in the wonder of his own greatness,
The enemy of society, enemy of himself.

I feel numb on account of Comey’s dismissal, and wonder what this portends.  Never the less, life must go on.  Therefore I offer this tune for therapeutic meditation.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1BTBd6mdhs

Riders On The Storm

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