I have been sitting on my ass for the last three days following along with the little Soap Opera the Powers That Be have served up for our consumption and have pretty much had enough of it.
There isn’t Fuck All I can do about any of it, I DAMN SURE ain’t getting in my rig and driving down into the middle of the anarchy to either witness it first hand or participate in any of the diversions.
So FUCK IT.
I am shutting the lid on my lap top and going out in the garage. I have yard work that needs doing and still more crap to sort through.
At this point even the tiniest thing that will show some results is far preferable to the useless bullshit going on around me that I have no influence over.
For some reason certain passages from Pink Floyd’s tune US AND THEM keep running through my head. Substitute Governors for Generals and it seems to fit pretty well.
“Forward” he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
The general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black (Black, black, black, black) and blue (Blue, blue, blue, blue)
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up (Up, up, up, up, up) and down (Down, down, down, down)
And in the end it’s only round and round, and round
“Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words?”
The poster bearer cried
“Listen, son,” said the man with the gun
“There’s room for you inside”
I mean, they’re not gonna kill ya
So like, if you give ’em a quick short, sharp, shock
They won’t do it again
Dig it? I mean he get off lightly
‘Cause I would’ve given him a thrashing
I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion
But really, I mean good manners don’t cost nothing do they, eh?