Here Come the Clowns

Hey Barry:

One writer I read occasionally suggests that bloggers like me are performing in a theater.

In his analysis, we create a story arc over numerous postings that provides an online persona - which may or may not reflect our real selves.

Holy Cow! Ya think?

Jeezo peezo.

We are in the middle of an EFFIN TRAIN WRECK here in the good ol U S of A.

But, NOBODY NOTICES THE WRECK AROUND THEM.

I've been putting on a whole bunch of costumes and yelling about the wreck as loud as I can since 2007.

BUT NOBODY'S LISTENING.

Here's the train wreck in Greece, now!: http://mondediplo.com/2011/12/03greece

Crap, wish I was lucky enough to be in a theater with a few folks paying attention.

First costume, put on a political volunteer, Hillary surrogate costume and yell like crazy.

Nobody notices the train wreck.

Then, dress in O'Henry grunge clothes and use bad grammar - same message, same result.

Result: Zip. More wreckage.

Dress up like John Adams with breeches and leggings and pull out the patriotic music.

Result: Nada. More wreck.

Don professor's garb of tweeds and identify specific systemic problems and proffer specific solutions.

Result: Zilch. Bigger wreck.

Haul my cousin's Kingly crown and scepter out of the closet and demand that things change.

Result: Nothing. Continuing wreckage.

The only people paying attention to the wreck are the Occupy people.

But, the wreck is gonna get us all. Soon.

A whole lotta people know about all this wreck, but nobody with any power is changing a damn thing.

I'll keep on yelling, Barry.

Sure hope somebody's out there.

Your pal,