Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just three things:
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The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in
Libya, Egypt and Syria and have therefore raised their security level from
"Miffed" to "Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again
to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross."
The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when
tea supplies nearly ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from
"Tiresome" to "A Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a
"Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish
Armada.
The Scots have raised their threat level from "Pissed Off" to "Let's
get the Bastards." They don't have any other levels. This is the reason
they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300
years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its
terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in
France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a
recent fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively
paralyzing the country's military capability.
Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly"
to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective
Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."
The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful
Arrogance" to "Dress in Uniforms and Sing Marching Songs." They also have
two higher levels: "Invade a Neighbour" and "Lose."
Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only
threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.
The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to
deploy. These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new
Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.
Australia, meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries"
to "She'll be alright, Mate." Two more escalation levels remain: "Crikey! I
think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!" and "The barbie is
cancelled." So far no situation has ever warranted use of the final
escalation level.
A final thought -“Greece is collapsing, the Iranians are getting
aggressive, and Rome is in disarray. Welcome back to 430 BC”.
You were always
In the right place
At the right time
When I needed
You to be there
In the rain or shine
And I don't believe
I ever
heard
A word of complaint
Sometimes there was not
A word at all
You
were always
There to give me
The direction true
Now it's time I
Must
be there
For you.
In a world where
There is danger
And
uncertainty
You were there to
Give me comfort
And security
You were
like the sun
Upon which could be
Counted to rise
Like the rain you
gave
What made me grow
And though now things
Seem confusing
I can't
make you see
I'll be here 'cause
You were there
For me.
. . . They overheard you
Just the other day
A simple word
About the
way we get along
If only I were sure
Of the semantics
Having doubts
'cause I'm
One hopeless romantic
Could it be
You're slipping away
from me
What will I do
If what I'm thinking is true
And you want to
be
Really free of me
I won't last very long
Very far from your heart
And this third-hand intelligence
Might be the way that it starts.
Heard
somebody say
They thought they saw you
Walking in their way
You were not
alone
They said he didn't look like
Thinking to myself
Must be
mistaken
Try not to believe
but still badly shaken
Why would you
Deceive me in things you do
So many years
Sharing our laughter and
tears
Lasted very long
Maybe I was wrong
Not to ask you
Why you
feel
We've drifted apart
And this third-hand intelligence
Might be the
way that it starts
Are my sources reliable
Wait and
see
Wait and see
Is my psyche too pliable
It could be
It could
be
If somebody said
The sky was falling
Soon
we'll all be dead
Have to quit our stalling
Try to be prepared
Would you believe it's true
Or would you question
All the things you do
And change your direction
From spinning round
When it hits the ground
That's just not true
Any believers are few
When you've seen it all
It could never fall
Any more than
I think you could
Tear us apart
And
this third-hand intelligence
Might be the way that it starts
. . . an early summer evening but was in reality, an obscenely unusually warm March evening. Returned home from rehearsal and philosophizing with the boys in Oho. Grabbed a quick bite of leftover pizza (not just ANY pizza mind you, but a chicken fajita pizza with a drib of Lamoreaux Landing Bordeaux blend to accompany) and headed off to shower and sleep. . .
. . . when I heard from across the street, the sound of an acoustic guitar and a young, blues-influenced male vocalist. I would like to have grabbed my Taylor and joined them, but being quite older, wise and tired, I decided not, and simply reveled in the memories of similar evenings in summer as a youth and the just plain pleasant feeling that listening to that faint music through the open window on this warm, spring evening provided.
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