Shots Across The Bow

Playing down the Titannic

Playing down the Titannic I know some of you are wondering how after the gloom and doom posts of yesterday, where I basically conceded that the world we know is about to end, and a very nasty transformative period is about to begin, how I can turn around today and mess around with some frivolous posts about dead humorists and phoney lipless kazoo playing orphans.(You did know he was phoney right?)

The coming war has been building for generations, and appears to be inevitable. We in America have the mistaken impression that history is over, that today represents the ultimate world order, that the way things are now is the way things will stay. Unfortunately, we are waking up from that pleasant dream to some ugly realities. History is today. America is no more eternal than was Athens or Rome or Constantinople, and borders are still nothing more than lines scrawled in blood on the earth.

It boils down to this: I'm not the captain of the ship; hell, I'm not even a crew member. With this blog, I've assumed the only role open to me right now; I am the court jester. I work to entertain you, to intrigue you, to excite you, to move you, to piss you off, to make you laugh, to make you cry, because that is all we have in this world. Whatever we build will crumble and be forgotten in time. Whatever we feel remains part of us forever.

So, I'll go on playing my songs as the water creeps higher. I'll sing to you about the icy cold of the sea, but also about the warm sunny beaches. I'll show you love and hate, treachery and redemption, courage and cowardice, brilliance and stupidity. I'll tell you the truth as I see it, and we'll pass the time away until the water gets too high to continue.

In the end, I'll do all that I can to make things a little better, and it won't make a bit of difference. I know that, but do it anyway.

Besides, if I quit, the terrorists win.....*grin*

Posted by Rich at March 29, 2002 2:32 AM