This Too Shall Forward Pass


This Bluesky post (below) sounds suspiciously troll created, especially when I noticed another feed from a different account using almost the exact same wording. 


We have been protesting, but the majority of Americans work forty plus hours a week, then do chores, family time, sports and protesting on the weekend. Paying bills trumps standing outside holding a sign. It really hasn't been very effective when millions go out there and stand against the tyranny. Especially not against this administration where facts don't matter. People don't matter. Lies roll off their tongues like snake oil.

We're trying to hold it together, lady/troll. What more can we do- breach a certain building (use the east side) and kidnap the orange man? Stop with the football, forget watching a movie! You must feel the pain every time you breathe! Now, go out there! Get off your asses! No fun until the world is once more in harmony. 

Eh? Never happened. This Earth has never been in harmony. Never, ever, ever. Yet- the ugliness doesn't stop us from singing in two part harmony. And it never should. 

We're also kind of new at facing fascism on our Main streets. We've been rather spoiled except for that Civil War thing where brother fought against brother. We were also kind of hoping our representatives who swore to uphold the Constitution would intervene on our behalf. It's a punch in the throat realizing they are as gobsmacked as we are that we were all dealt this shitty hand. According to lady/troll we should put away the guitar, roll up the artificial turf and don't even think about making snickerdoodles with the kids until this mess is taken care of!

So explain to me why you think the orchestra on the sinking Titanic played on as the ship sank? Tell my why Ukrainian musicians continued to play as Russians bombed their city. Why did this Russian prisoner write poetry on bars of soap? Because, you don't give in to wretchedness. You face it and finger salute it. This is exactly the time when you pull out the guitar and play Bolero, or, sit down at the piano and play Canon in D, or, watch the Packers beat the crap out of the Chicago Bears. That doesn't mean we are insensitive to what is happening around us. We are mentally and physically bombarded with a new horror every day because of this vile regime. But here's the thing- this too shall pass. Seems rather trite, but it's true because after awhile even the lemmings get sick of the hate. Most people want noodle salad picnics and play cornhole games. We just want to sit on a porch, watch the kids play tag and laugh with friends. I know deep inside, way down there, we all are sick of living like this. And lady/troll, we may have a fight on our hands in the future. We might have to get dirty. I'm still going to marvel at a sunset. I'm going to laugh at stupid jokes and dance to Baba O'Riley, because it is imperative we never allow them to extinguish the human spirit, to take away what makes us human. The best thing we can do is show our very unique position in life by playing music, singing, painting, falling in love. That is how you quell the darkness and bring in the light.

So, Saturday evening I'm going sit amongst friends, smack talk da bears, drink bad wine and for a few hours embrace the simple act of what life should be. Pass the snickerdoodles. 


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