Oh my dears…
It is reflection time.
We are being chipped away at by His Royal Highness Of the South. An orange glow pervades world-wide media. An evil grin lights the sky. The man I speak of is not well or at least probably lacks empathy, I am not a doctor so cannot be certain. The fact being one man (actually three men) can interrupt the daily lives of 7 billion men, women, children is extraordinary. This one, the particular orange one, is a danger to the earth, to every beast thereon, to every nation. His cohorts on the other side of the world are no better. Putin and XI with their lesser-scale hoodlum friend, Netanyahu have the world by the sweet cheeks. On we go.
There is nothing to do at this point, save speak up, speak out, vote. I don’t hold out hope for the 2028 mid-term U.S. elections but I intend to try, that much I can do. Anything else that would be effective is beyond my scope, beyond my moral code. It is now time for us to ignore as much as we can. Social media has to be allowed to languish, that is difficult but must be done. The algorithms do not mean us well. The toe-in-the-water dip into so-called artificial intelligence is an equal partner, if not a prominent driver in our upcoming demise. Gotta let ‘er go. Naught can be done. Say-o-nara.
Now, for the real bits.
Let’s sing some stupid songs about love and birds and dogs and cats. Let’s watch old movies or new ones that lift, distract. “Hail Mary” is a good choice… Any of the almost slap-stick Bette Davis films are fun to watch now, with their melodramatic anti-heroines. Let’s have more Ray Bull home-made pop music and ditch the anger, the roughness of Drake, of Kendrick Lamar or the slick business and money only hollowness of Taylor Swift or Beyonce. Let’s dance and laugh with Lady GaGA. Let’s admire Banksy for the right reasons. Let’s write our own poetry, sing our own songs, make stupid tik toks and show them to our friends? Let’s go for a walk with a friend or two or lover or two. Let’s get out of the house, away from the TV, away from the kings for awhile. Those folks are burning it all down but Jeff Tweedy and Wilco have a new record out, Robert Plant is doing it for the love of it and he is damn good. Play your Willie Nelson records, your Tony Bennett, Celine Dion. Hey, drag out some Smokey Robinson, too. Play your guitar, play “How Much is that Doggy” on ukelele and really enjoy it.
Drown the Banshee with sunlight,
open the window. Cheers!
Robert On The Air 