THINKING ABOUT THE UNTHINKABLE

The little girl in Hiroshima, on the morning of August 6th ,1945, saw a tiny silver plane against the background of a clear-blue, summer-morning sky, and though how pretty it was. The shit storm doesn’t always herald it’s own approach, and in times that will later live in historical infamy, everything on the surface seems so frighteningly normal. The sun comes up. The sky is blue. The ancient cat yawns. There’s still food in the fridge and beer at the 7-11. Only the computer and the TV make me aware that the very foundations of US banking are collapsing into a sinkhole of previous greed, and could well bring down the entire planetary economy as they go. And most of those in any position to do anything about it are scum, planning only the ways and means to loot the wreckage – the metaphoric equivalent of stealing the Titanic’s silverware after the iceberg has hit. Meanwhile the Pentagon denies, without even needing to be asked, incidents on the Afghan/Pakistani frontier between US military and our heavily-funded, nuclear-armed, supposed-ally, Pakistan. Surely a gerbil must see that this is not the time to make a senile fool like John McCain the most powerful man on Earth.

"It's hard for me to stay silent, when I keep hearing that peace is only attainable through war. And there is nothing more scary than watching ignorance in action." – Tommy Smothers as he accepted his honorary Emmy.