To bed, silly people! But:
As I've been reading and posting here today, no fewer than three military (trust me, I know the sound) helicopters have flown over my staid, quiet suburb of a not-politically important stretch of burb.
I can't help but wonder: it's all on my tab, no? That is, what does it cost to suspend a 0000000$ military helicopter presence over my head, my neighbors' heads, this night? Every night? And at the cost of what else?
Universal health care, flying over my head and spit out without any effect other than enriching those who make machinery. And who hate me, and want to see me dead/jailed/silenced. There is little that is a stronger reminder- I have no guns, I've killed no one, I'm at peace with my community. And yet- armed forces are required to keep the peace between me and my neighbors? I think not.
Fear. They have nothing else. Don't give in.
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Qui peut dire vont les fleurs?
Is the title of the French translation of Pete Seeger’s song Where Have All The Flowers Gone? Marlene Dietrich recorded it in 1962, easily the most haunting rendition. Seeger based the lyrics on three lines from a Ukrainian folk song that he’d read in Sholokhov’s And Quiet Flows the Don; the inspiration came to him while he was under indictment for contempt of Congress by the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC). Those were truly dark days.
This refrain is stuck in my brain, but I’ve heard the song sung by so many different people now I can’t remember for certain who wrote it:
lyrics by "traditional"
Now please don't tell them who
It was that wrote this song
If anyone should ask you
Tell them I have moved along
I'm sorry that I have to leave
The evening has been great
But I have been subpoenaed
And I really can't be late.
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