"Revolution is not a dinner party." - Chairman Mao
Mao may have said the line first, but I heard it first in a song. I don't remember what group, what album. It was a catchy musical moment. Reggae from Jamaica.
We live in the belly of the beast. Some of us are the consumers, some of us are the consumed. Lots of "isms" and "schisms" floating around. Right. Capitalism, Socialism, Communism.
Be the change you want to see. Right. Change. Do you have any spare change, man? That Do Re Mi makes the beast dance.
This old empire seems to be teetering. The rich get richer, and the planet just burns. So many people. So many poor people. So many needy ones.
I don't know what to think about it all. Something has to change. I wonder what's next?
The a.m. soundtrack - an odd-duck of a record, a concept album by Ry Cooder "Chavez Ravine." (2005). It is excellent. Chavez Ravine was the "Poor Man's Shangri-la" - "a Mexican-American community demolished in the 1950s in order to build public housing. The housing was never built. Ultimately the Brooklyn Dodgers built a stadium on the site as part of their move to Los Angeles." A community totally destroyed, bulldozed. The people scattered to the wind. That's what happens to the poor, the weak ones. Pushed around, bullied, ignored, oppressed. Folks, the common ones, fleeing from here to there and back again. Day to day. So yeah, maybe Revolution is in the air. The Revolution will be televised. I am sure. Just another cheap TV show for the teeming masses. You think something's got to give, but not sure, never sure...