... he says, dramatically.
But Jesus.
Considering the horrendous headlines out of Iraq...
... and the depressing damn puritanical headlines out of New York State and the revolting, animal news out of California ...
... and today's reminder of the Beslan school massacre, which was the last time Tboy remembers actually breaking down from the awfulness of what we do to each other ..
... and the sheer emotional meat-grinder that is listening to and writing about the songs of Jacques Brel, which are nothing if not a reminder that we've learned exactly zilch since the last time we went about slaughtering one another in a really serious way ...
... and the fact that Tboy's first student loan bill just arrived, and he has no idea where $577 is going to come from this month ...
... and even this week's jolly interlude with the Reduced Shakespeare folk, which is nothing if not a (frequently hilarious but ultimately depressing) reminder that we've learned exactly zilch in the 550-odd years since we set about slaughtering the red folk ...
... Tboy has pretty much nothing left right now.
This sucks for several reasons, not least of which is the fact that Dr. H is getting the short end.
Tboy is sorry if he's being a downer. But sometimes he wonders how we've managed to keep the planet turning this long.
T-boy's post reminds me of a song I had to sing in musical theater school many years ago. Sheldon Harnick wrote it in the early 1950s. Sadly, it doesn't sound all that dated...
MERRY MINUET
There are days in my life when everything is dreary
I grow pessimistic, sad and world weary.
But when I'm tearful and fearfully upset
I always sing this merry little minuet:
They're rioting in Africa
They're starving in Spain
There's hurricanes in Florida
And Texas needs rain.
The whole world is festering
With unhappy souls
The French hate the Germans,
The Germans hate the Poles
Italians hate Yugoslavs
South Africans hate the Dutch
And I don't like anybody very much
But we can be grateful
And thankful and proud
That man's been endowed
With a mushroom shaped cloud
And we know for certain
That some happy day
Someone will set the spark off
And we will all be blown away
They're rioting in Africa
There's strife in Iran
What nature doesn't do to us
Will be done by our fellow man.
Posted by: sas | Tuesday, 11 July 2006 at 11:45