This Crippled Island
The 2nd Sunday of March, you lose an hour of rest due to the ‘click forward’ of daylight savings time. I’d wager most despise the imposition, and there’s no mechanism to stop the obsolete ritual. Saving energy and encouraging commerce… A globalized economy heavily encumbered by tariffs is roiled by the President of the United States, a twitchy-minded-man who uses the full weight of the military, wholesale murder to settle up with leaders of less powerful countries who have sparked his ire. Forget daylight savings time. Be done with the occupant in the White House if you want to conserve energy and enhance trade.
But that would cancel out the voice of the people, registered by the ballot box you would surely object. The people’s voice has long been overridden by money, – America’s sweetheart deal, and by oligarchy which the love-of-money entails.
I am in dark mood today. I hope the sun comes up.
That new song by U2 came up on WXRT while driving to Starbucks around 6:30 AM. American Obituary by U2 had nothing appealing about it. Attempt to be relevant? The tune is terrible. Click Here to view the lyrics. While America circles the toilet bowl of demise at an exponential rate, should not there be some note of sweetness about ‘what might have been’ even if drowned in a deluge of injustice, of blood?
I propose this tune as a better requiem for us, maybe for “the West,” our complete form of life based upon extractive exploitation of the earth… People Watching by Sam Fender. I have featured it before.
