Thursday, April 13, 2017

Insanity Reigns


I think that humanity shares dangerous collective psychoses and that sometimes these psychoses result in genocidal violence. I've posted on this observation before, citing an excerpt from William Butler Yeat's (1865-1939), "The Second Coming"
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The poem has relevance in the present context as I read with concern the escalating tensions with Russia, Iran, and North Korea.

I wonder why the US is backing Russia into a corner in Syria.

I wonder why the US is playing nuclear brinksmanship games with North Korea.

I wonder why US corporate executives think it is ok to drag customers on the ground, with disregard for head trauma.

I wonder why everyone at work is stressed and strained and exhausted.
 
I feel myself to be depleted in the face of this growing insanity.


I really could not say it better than New Model Army does in "Here Comes the War."  Lyrics (available at Google Play https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tqurzp6lkaleshzzq3ms4tltboy?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics&u=0# )

Today, as you listen to this song, another 394, 000 children were born into this world. They break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores. Carrying the curses of history and a history yet unwritten: The oil burns in thick black columns, the buzz saws echo through the forest floor.
 

They shout give us our fair share, give us justice
 

Here comes the war

On a grey morning to the south of here. Two young men in makeshift uniforms peer into the misty light. And figures dart behind the trees. As a snap of rifle rounds echoes out across the fields. They hardly know their sacred mother tongue but they know their duty.   To defend the flag hanging limp and bloody above the village church
 

While a thousand miles away, in a warehouse complex down by the river, Young money men play paintball games.

Here comes the war - put out the lights on the Age of Reason. So blow out the candle and tell us another of those great stories, the ones about serial killers. Let dreams flow into savage times.
 

Do you hear the sirens scream across the city?
 

We've had three hot nights in succession - the riot season is here again
 

Dear Lord, lead us back into the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
 

Here comes the war. Did you think we were born in peaceful times?
Faster, faster, like a whirling dervish spinning round
Faster, faster, until the Centre cannot Hold
 

You screamed give us Liberty or give us Death
Now you've got both, what do you want next ?
 

Here comes the war - put out the lights on the Age of Reason.

 


2 comments:

  1. It`s just the western business model.
    War is money or
    War = Bank
    https://soundcloud.com/smnt/ring-of-mammon

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  2. The press is acting like "the Mother of all Bombs" we dropped on the Afghanastan people is some sort of glorious firecracker. How many people and creatures across the Mideast have our psychopathic leaders killed and maimed with their fun little toys? If most of the world hates America, it's easy to see why.

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