Yeah, good stuff - suitable for about any age, of course. No - I waren't waxing nostalgic of The Time (any old one) but for.. the 'time' one needs in order to possibly ever gain any perspective. You had to have *seen* the "buck-tooth Jap" posters and *heard* the oiliness [especially That] of McCarthy's Rush-like diction and the visible sneer you could 'hear' - to get the flavor of a man who had the whole fucking Nation quaking in boots and looking under beds for Pinkos. Even grammas'..

The Green Table, a brief ballet I saw in ~ late '60s perfectly captured the visuals for.. your Dylan rant. It was exquisite, and I wonder why it isn't periodically redone, especially now that we need it again, a Lot. IG Farben, GE, Nestle, BP -- what's the Difference? No Corporation has allegiance beyond a small-% of Itself. (Now not even that is needed - what with parachutes & bonuses even After you fail!)

It's still and ever - the old farts with Egos and Always: those Portfolios (and Pop-Religion) - never forget the role of *God* in the dissembling, finger-pointing and ultimately rationalizing: sending out of cannon fodder. Now if HALF of those old farts worldwide were female.. (notwithstanding Maggie and Golda, who were perfectly male in temperament) - that might be a start in reeducation. Maybe in your grandson's time; may he have such.

The occasional leaks of how 'Statesmen' speak with each other privately, and especially with their 'team' VS the public oratory and official obfuscation - demonstrates the inescapable cynicism of power. We ought to realize such by now. Oughtn't we?

(My guess is that the God-thing won't die til too many homo-saps have died first - to possibly rebuild anything from the micro-smashed rubble. We do too good a job of smashing stuff nowadays + too many mouths to feed with 'zero-sum' mindsets.)


Oh well. Real life always surprises those who imagine it's stuck in a permanent rut.


Ashton