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We All Shine On (Still)

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Man killed by gunman believes in peace.

Hope is not for the faint of heart.

I still believe that “Yes” is the answer. I still believe in Peace, Love, Rock n Roll, Star Trek and Star Wars.

I still believe in Beatles. I still believe in Lennon. I still believe in you. And me. And that we all shine on. And on.

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you’re gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin’ to do
It’s up to you, yeah you

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin’
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin’ at fools like me
Who in the hell d’you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev’ryone come on

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev’ryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When you’re ev’rywhere
Come and get your share

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun

Instant Karma! (We All Shine On),
John Lennon, 1970

Listen.

“Make love, not war, I know you’ve heard it before.” – John Lennon, Mind Games


My Northern Aggression

Burn baby burn.

Courtesy of the photo archives of Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman

I dedicate this blog space to my own stupid ideas. The ones that wing into my mind and stay long enough for me to care enough to spend an hour to capture. Those thoughts normally revolve around my pet interests: movies, TV, pop culture, art, history, gaming — the little frivolities that bring me joy, the fruits of living in civilization. But today I am angry. I am angry because some folks want to tear that civilization apart instead of build it up. I am angry because my world exists so far away from my idealized Star Trek fantasies and Beatles-colored glasses.

I always felt that the crack in the Liberty Bell somehow reflected our nation’s Original Sin of betraying our Founding Principles by allowing slavery into the formation of this Union. All I wanted to do today was write a silly little post about why Rick Grimes was the Best Dad Ever for Father’s Day, but now I can’t. I can’t because that inbred, three-named, mother-fing, murdering, racist asshole made everything light, lovely and fun seem null in light of the suffering he caused. It is right that we should mourn and reflect. It is good that America should stare into the darkness of that fracture in our social contract.

I don’t know how to begin to heal that wound. But I guess I need to start to figure out a way to try. Otherwise all those fruits of civilization: the art, the creativity, the beauty, the fun — all the stuff that makes life worth living and we all should be enjoying without fear — will be lost to the chaos of the barbarians within. So I’m displaying this image of a burning Confederate flag. If the “heritage” you choose to embrace includes the owning of other human beings and their continuing subjugation and degradation through terrorism, as well as the crime of treason, well I’m terribly sorry, but, as a Philadelphian I must say, “go fuck yourself.”


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