Babylon is Burning

This is a reblog of my very first post from back in November. It shows up under Maryellen’s handle because at the time, I didn’t have the desertcurmudgeon moniker. I am reposting this to remind myself how far I’ve already fallen from the lofty ideals I described here. I find it increasingly difficult to have compassion for the people who brought us to such a dark era, both politicians and voters. My derision only feeds the negative energy creeping across the globe.

Two Voices In One Transmission

flag“An ill wind comes arising across the cities of the plain.  There’s no swimming in the heavy water, no singing in the acid rain.  Red alert!  Red alert!”  – Neil Peart

Need I define the “ill wind” to which I am referring by quoting the lyricist of Canadian band Rush?  Overnight, on November 8, everything changed in a most sinister way.  I have often, and justifiably, been deemed an alarmist, but in this case, that epithet does not apply.  Those who know me are aware that I was never a big proponent of patriotism, feeling it to be a vice presented as a virtue to keep the people in line and to swell the ranks of our various military branches.  But even I, admittedly, still felt a certain kinship with my homeland, its traditions and its potential.  That is officially over.  Any vestiges of “connection” I may once have felt…

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