Waiting (For Godot?)

By Judy Andreas
"What can we do, " has become the bonus question on the test of life. Answer this one correctly, and fix the universe. Answer this one and make sense of the senseless.
Perhaps someone will come and help us. Is Jesus coming back? Was he here before? Will he rapture all the believers and leave the rest of the population to choke on nuclear waste? ("nucular?)
Something has gone wrong. It did not start on September 11, 2001, it merely reached a crescendo. And, in the three years since that tragic event there are ever increasing numbers of people with shoulders stooping under the weight of an overwhelming sense of despair. Some ask if things will get worse. Some already know the answer.
On November 22, 1963, John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assassinated. Was it a "lone gunman" gone trigger happy in a Book Depository? Was there a magical bullet that caused 7 wounds...two to Kennedy and five to Governor Connally. Son of a gun ...this bullet paused 1.6 seconds in midair before entering Connally. After entering and reentering the two men, this mischievous little critter wound up in tact on a stretcher in Parkland Hospital. It's got to be true because I read it in the The Warren Commission ( Bulletcrap )
After the assassination of JFK, Lyndon Baines Johnson stepped to the plate. Forty days after burying Kennedy, Johnson signed National Security action Memo 273, which reversed Kennedy's Vietnam withdrawal policy and began the worst war in this country. (or so it appeared at the time) Perhaps, the worst war in this country is the one we are presently fighting. Perhaps the worst war in this country is the one we are about to fight Or maybe, the one after that. We are slaughtering people because "terrorists" flew planes into the World Trade Center and killed 3,000 of our people. Doesn't that make you mad enough to bomb every country with oil?
"Stop sending me those pictures from Fallujah....they are awful." People return my email with notes of annoyance. Too awful to view? I am sorry I have intruded upon your balmy evening with a realitygram. Close your eyes and you can pretend that innocents are not having their inners blown out. Don't look at those little children ...deformed and decapitated Don't look into the eyes of that mother who weeps for the loss of her beloved might find yourself weeping along with her. "What's on HBO?"
What can we do? Maybe the answer is a resounding "nothing." Perhaps we have already done it. Perhaps we did nothing while our country incrementally slipped away from ethics and principles and compassion. Perhaps we did nothing while soulless, gutless, less than humans took charge of our food, our air, our minds, our lives and our souls.
The drama is not over. It's intermission time and as we relax, puffing contentedly on the cigarette of complacency, we try to forget.
Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes the smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to hell
And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you
Oh look out world, take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the road
This is the road to hell
Chris Rea - The Road to Hell part 2
Copyright 2004 Judy Andreas



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