While driving from Round Rock to Denton this morning, I listening to Texas A&M radio host discuss the war in Israel. By and large, those radio hosts blamed Biden and Israel for Hamas killing probably more than 1,000 Israelis who were celebrating Simchat Torah which marks the end of the annual readings from the Torah ending with Devarim (Deuteronomy) and starting anew with Bereshit (Genesis)… a renewal festival … while Hamas attacked party goers and launched more than a 1,000 rockets into Israeli suburbs … mass murder amid a religious celebration … and Texas news casters were busy blaming Biden and not saying much about Hamas … perhaps funded by Iran … perhaps … but perhaps all those innocent persons killed while celebrating a religious holiday were really planning a secret attack on Gaza … unlikely …
I am
sickened by what happened and have sent funds to the IDF … Israeli Defense
Forces … but I am more sickened by those Texas newscasters and fellow Texans who
blame Biden for the deaths of those 1.000+ innocent Israelis … I am so sick of
American stupidity … I am ashamed to be an American … If could, I would escape
to Bali …
Why is there
so much hate and killing among so-called civilized people in this lost planet?
Hate and self-promotion … hate and greed … hate and violence … so much hate …
and now I am hating those stupid people … what can be done to bring more peace
and a little more harmony into such an evil place as these dystopian states???
I have no
clue … I bury my thoughts in words read long ago but not totally forgotten:
“The desert is not remote in Southern tropics, The desert is not only around
the corner,
The desert is squeezed in the tube-train next to
you” … echoes from The Rock (T. S. Eliot)
And Shelley had the rock (named Ozymandias) speak: Look on
my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the
decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and
level sands stretch far away”
And as usual I turn to Bob Dylan for insight:
From All Along the Watchtower: “There must be some
way out of here,” said the joker to the thief “There’s too much
confusion, I can’t get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is
worth”
From Frankie Lee: when
you see your neighbor carrying somethin' Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise “”For that home across
the road”
I want to climb on every rung
of that ladder but I fell off and landed on my face …
Lost
Mike Spector
October 2023
