I get philosophical when the sky grows dark and thunder rolls. And sitting at the computer this morning while a Florida summer storm moves through, I am tempted to cower with the cats under the den sofa. But life, as someone said, goes on.
Life goes on… But does life move forward or does it just go round and round, repeating the same scenarios under different disguises?
Wildfires in Texas, floods in the Northeast and Midwest, earthquakes in Alaska and New York City, tornadoes in Atlanta…
On TV, politicians are making preposterous claims and exchanging slanderous slurs.
Somewhere, rebels are storming another dictator’s “stronghold.”
Haven’t we seen this movie before?
Are we – made in God’s image – evolving and improving as we discover ever-more-miraculous cures and unveil ever-more-amazing technological wonders? Or are we the same old knuckle-dragging descendants of a fratricidal barbarian, forever doomed to eat bread by the sweat of our brow?
When will we ever learn? Will we ever learn? Can we learn? Or – ignorant of our past – are we doomed to keep repeating our mistakes in an eerie continuum spiraling into an eventual abyss?
Forgive the dark thoughts. It’s the black sky and the echoing thunder.
And reading Michael Moore’s piece on the destruction of the American middle class has deepened my sense of doom.
Click here to read Moore’s article.
Has it really been 30 years since Ronald Reagan divided and conquered the labor movement by firing all those air traffic controllers?
Thirty years, and Americans still don’t see what’s happening?
Here it is, folks, as Michael Moore put it:
Beginning on this date, 30 years ago, Big Business and the Right Wing decided to “go for it” — to see if they could actually destroy the middle class so that they could become richer themselves.
And they’ve succeeded.
By now, you would think everyone would have caught on. Instead, the same old lies are repeated on the air and in the newspapers, and a credulous public insists on believing the unbelievable, seduced by visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads. Some day their ship will come in. And then. Oh boy!
Trade unions? Phooey! Who needs ’em?
Government programs to help the poor, the old and the disabled? Down with the pesky do-gooders! They’d better keep their government hands off of my money (which I’m going to get some day). Am I my brother’s keeper?
The descendants of Cain go shuffling on from deluded generation to deluded generation…
And thunder rolls.
