Don't Bring Your Yankee Doodle 'round Here!

What a sweet world this almost is, huh? No matter which side of whatever fight you follow, there's some fool out there peeing upstream, just to show you that he can. I can assure you that this was the case in the good old days, too. These are somebody's good old days.

Of course you can't merely tune it all out. Empathy won't allow it. Don't fret about that, either- the species won't last long if we get rid of the last of the empathy. You don't want to end up as the poster boy for doing away with it, do you? I'm looking at you, Leon.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. 

 

Matters, Private and Otherwise

Does any of it matter? Does it matter whether or not any of it matters?

If you need to worry, I can find plenty of things to keep you occupied. Nothing is set up to be fair. If the cheaters at the top are toppled in some glorious revolution over the weekend, new tyrants will be in place before the blood is dry on the guillotine blade.

Now, if you choose to be happy and your chemical makeup is alright, that's an option, provided that you don't live in a war-torn region of the world. Of course, that's getting trickier as more investors catch on that armaments make great investments.

You're gonna have to make mortality something to celebrate and it's as good a time as any to accept that what your neighbours consider pets are just dinner on another continent. 

Love matters. That's about it.

 

Say Goodbye, Baby

The privilege of being able to say goodbye and mean a final parting is rare. In fact, the one that is filling my heart today is one of the very few in my memory after a long life filled with everyday partings. When I think of my good fortune, having shared so much with so many, I am overwhelmed.

Yeah, I believe in every one of those hokey t shirt and bumper sticker axioms.

If I don't see you again before one of us disappears from the planet, please know that it has been my pleasure sharing the ride. If I ever hurt your feelings or if I owe you money, I'm sorry. If you're waiting for that last verse that I promised, well, I had good intentions.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

A Modern World

The heat waves in the UK would bring out the winter coats in Florida. This is home now. If I had written that six months ago, it would have been just more of my maudlin babble. Now it is joyful boasting. Oh, I check in on school shootings and the slide of the dollar, and I miss friends.

This is where I hang my hat now, though. My world revolves around my Kate, and I can't get along without Vera at my side. 

I hope you smile when you think of me.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

 

Dreaming In Tongues

There's enough of everything but time. Funny thing is that there's no such thing as time, nearly as I can tell. Isn't time merely a concept, a tool that makes it possible to experience sensory experience?

Feel free to change your mind about anything at any time.

Oh, I'm aware of the contradictions in my rambling. Don't wait for love, love first.

 

The Last Of The Good Old Days

The Mad Max series would all seem like utopian fantasy tales now, I suppose. I should probably feel a bit guilty, cutting and running, living in a remote little paradise off the south coast of England. I don't.

Cars are ugly, ignorance is fashionable and science is not. War is perpetual and the planet has pretty much given up, Mother Nature waiting for man to finish it off, dropping the big one or killing off the species one at a time.

Me? I've never had it better. If this is the grand finale, I surely got a good seat. Just my luck!

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.