“Zo – leaf your troubls outzite n c’mon in!” sang Joel Grey as he portrayed the cabaret’s Master of Ceremonies. Zo. It is so. After yesterday’s eerie, wild quiet and calm of a disastrous U.S. presidential election season’s end…we may best decide to visit ‘Le Cabaret’ awhile. The man we should forget, the one we need ignore, spoke loud and clear and early in the morning. He twitted a tweet. (I like that only such a twit would tweet) There will be no true and fair or reasoned resolution to the contest that lasted forever. The bad guys are at the gates, there is little we can do now. It is done.
What we can do is be civil, in spite of incivility. We can be kind, in spite of ourselves, in spite of our deepest desire to be otherwise at this moment. We can exercise our right and duty to live freely and responsibly. We can tirelessly recycle, we can plant trees, we can move away from fossil fuels, we can stop buying stuff from companies that dump poisons into the atmosphere. We can do this by ourselves, in defiance of the corporations and governments. We can disregard the fear, the oppression that is to come in the next few weeks, months, years. We can shut off the television and drain the life force out of Fox News. That is still possible.
In spite of the chaos and indignity imposed upon us by the world we live in or the people who think they run it: we can laugh, drink, dance, debauch…ha. We can still get married if we are gay and living in the U.S.A. We can still have an abortion if that is necessary. (The end of such freedoms as a woman’s choice or a gay couple being able to get married will take a little time to accomplish) We can still drive down the street while black. (we will get arrested or shot but we can still do it, I recommend we do so with courage) We can be happy and live as ourselves, as who we are.
The end is in motion and it appears to be a world-wide sort of phenomena. Covid is a timely allegory, a warning from the universe? All end-time scenarios are possible. The end-times are likely. We must keep in mind that It will take some time to destroy what humans have gained in the last few millennia. Still true is that our ignominous end isn’t certain, just likely. Miracles can happen. While we wait on a big one, lets get into the spirit of life!
Zo!
‘Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome…’appy to see you, strengeairs….” When the big black armoured vehicles come to stomp us, we can have a smile on our faces!
In the spirit I have now spelled out, I am hopeful that I can finally abandon excessive self-criticism. We don’t have time to allow that sort of luxury. There are plenty of bad guys/gals/Donald’s to take care of beating us up. Those ones are poised and ready.
Piss on ’em. I have fun writing, I enjoy it. I love to sing. I can learn to enjoy what I am able to convince my piano to do. I can happily approach being everyone’s somewhat silly old Granddad. I can build my lop-sided birdhouses and just forget that they don’t line up, aren’t colourful enough, expose the poor birds to the elements. Ha. I can always work on improving my writing, singing, playing. Yeah. I can also just do it, regardless. I am always acutely aware of the limitations I am filled with and I can forget about them. If my minor skills embarrass you, you are free to look away. Have a colourful and magnificent Wednesday! I intend to do so.
(psssst…btw, there are really nice looking young fellows here at the office today. mmmmm)
Robert On The Air 