I was reading about the Australian wildfires. I light a candle for those who died and those of their relatives who are left to mourn for these senseless deaths.
And as much as the 20th century taught us about senseless death, the 21st century will be the worst ever, and maybe the last in human time.
The unemployment statistics in the US are the stuff of horror; the US is engaged in two simultaneous foreign wars, and at least another half dozen by proxy, including Israel/Gaza; the world is full of angry, disaffected, poverty stricken men and their numbers are going to swell. There are pundits predicting that the future will be determined by them….
When the barbarians came to Rome, they had military leaders. When the new barbarians strike, it will be from within, and they will have no more conscience or self-governance than a drunken teenager high on meth. Over the next 15 years, we are going to see barbarities undreamed of brought into our living rooms, and then into our daily lives.
See the lyrics for Leslie Fish’s No High Ground. I wish I could, the damned things aren’t anywhere I can locate on tha interwebs.
Here ya go:
No High Ground (by) Leslie Fish
Up to the dusty attic
Out with the trusty gun
The lawyers and the lawbooks only go so far
Sooner or later, push gonna come to shove
Don’t think that it won’t happen where you are
No High Ground (x3) Any More
You don’t need committees or statistics to be sure
How much the rich & powerful abuse the week & poor
But just as sure as nothing stops the world from turning ’round
The victims in the end rise up and throw their masters down
No High etc.
The masters know it’s coming
They try to hold it back
By buying off or scaring off or deflecting the attack
They play divide and conquer, “Go hate the Jews or blacks
But their victims in the end rise up and dump it off their backs
No High etc.
Aint no freedom here
Not unless you take it
Aint no justice here
Unless you make it all
Aint no safety anywhere
Unless you keep your rifle there
Time and change are everywhere
And you’ve got to rise or fall
The only friend the poor folks have
Is truth that can’t be killed
For victory goes not to the strong
But mainly to the skilled
So always question what you’re told
And ask who does it serve
And if that someone isn’t you
Give ’em what they deserve
Up to the dusty attic
Out with the trusty gun
The lawyers and the lawbooks only go so far
Sooner or later, push gonna come to shove
Don’t think that it won’t hapen where you are
Even Vancouver
Don’t think that it won’t happen where you are
No High etc.