The Flag of My Disposition

The war on children and why you should be enraged.

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question ...

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

– T. S. Eliot, from the poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Yes, it’s like that.

Politically Motivated All Of The Sudden

I guess I’ll throw my hat in the political opinion ring. What else is there to do? These are times that try our souls. That test our resolve. That prove by omission our values.

If you’re reading my posts regularly, (as regularly as one can after three posts,) you’ll know I am concerned with the mental health of my fellow humans. Especially our most vulnerable populations, which right now seem to be young people, whose safety I’m particularly …