A great Tom T. Hall song.
The beauty of it is you can make it apply to almost anything that's important to you.
Like a friendship.
I wrote an email to a longtime friend whose silence has troubled me.
Made me think of Tom.
And his lyrics.
Just kidding.
The Tom to whom I refer was a passionate exponent of Jeffersonian Democracy.
He didn't write songs.
He loved a lot of them, though.
I never had occasion to know, but I bet Old Dogs could have been among them.
I guess I'm glad he isn't around to see us in our final grovelment.
Here's the email:
Are you still alive?
I still am but keep wishing I weren't.
To find myself in a world that gets run to ratshit daily by a documented sociopath, who is abetted by what used to be one of the great political parties in the world just isn't a lot of fun.
You know, Mark Hatfield, Tom McCall, Dan Evans, Abraham Lincoln and all those other losers.
And, for that sociopath to be so god damn boring, ignorant and stupid, that is hell on earth.
I don't believe that humans have a different endpoint than cats, but I do think that cosmic symmetry - I just invented that - dictates that there is a hell where evil anti matter accumulates.
The law of cosmic symmetry says that if an entity contributes massively less than zero to the cosmic purse of "the good" that entity, at demolition, gets accumulated with kindred matter.
In the Grand Dustbin Of The Quantum.
It's got nothing to do with an afterlife.
It's got nothing to do with θεός.
It might have to do with panache and its lack in our Idiot In Charge, but I just don't know.
Driving a people to terminal hopeless futility and an equally terminal dose of boredom has never been accomplished.
On this planet.
Previously.
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