Wish You Were Here

The Supreme Court decision today is a smack in the face to democracy. Coupled with the result Tuesday, the hope the Obama presidency gave us seems to be disappearing in the dust of our collective stupidity. I think it may be that the country does not have the will to do what it needs to do to survive. Instead we are selling off America to the highest bidder -- in this case the corporations who will now run the government by fiat. Who are these people we chose to lead us? Does anyone have the balls to challenge this afront to our freedom? As John Adams sings in 1776: "Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?" and maybe most apropos "How quiet, how quiet the chamber is."

For some reason, the events this week make me think of one of my favorite songs (actually I know why) . . .

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

To finish on a positive note, here is a more hopeful part of the song

The croakers all say we'll rue the day
There'll be hell to pay in fiery purgatory
Through all the gloom, through all the gloom
I see the rays of ravishing light and glory!