
Dr. Seuss Slaying “America First” 1941
I don’t fear the dark.
I don’t fear the forest or the city.
I don’t fear being alone.
I don’t fear losing everything or being without.
I do not fear the rain or snow or wind.
I do not fear god.
And I don’t fear terrorists.
And I don’t fear criminals.
And I don’t fear missiles raining down from the sky.
And I don’t fear foreign nations invading this country.
And I sure as hell don’t fear any child or mother or father who flees to this nation to escape war and death.
But what I do fear is your fear.
I fear your cowardice and indifference.
I fear your apathy and distraction.
I fear your tiny attention span and your short-sightedness.
I fear your willingness to accept an evil done in your name.
I fear your preference for dividing people into us and them.
I fear your lack of empathy and compassion.
I fear how you mask your prejudices.
I fear the cruelty of your greed.
I fear your ignorance of your civic responsibilities.
I fear your sense of entitlement.
I fear your indifference to education, history or knowledge.
I fear the blatant stupidity and gullibility you proudly display like a new tattoo.
Don’t mistake this as attack on others– I am as much the you in this as anyone else.
And that is to my great shame.
Our great shame.
Enough is Enough.
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When I came into the studio early this morning and flipped on my phone, the first notification on it that jumped out at me was one from Pinterest that said:
Darkness started following you.
That was not the first thing I wanted to see this morning.
After a day spent on a death vigil for my dad and a night spent watching a pathetic creature who resembles someone midway through their transition to orangutan squeal and fling their poo on the debate stage, I wasn’t feeling too upbeat this morning as it was.
Pinterest, in its infinite wisdom, just confirmed what I thought might be the case.
Of course, I am kidding. Not about the Pinterest part. Yes, Darkness is, indeed, following me, whoever this Darkness person is.
But I don’t believe in being trapped under a cloud of bad luck, don’t believe in curses or spells. I don’t believe in anything or anyone that discounts my ability to overcome it.
I believe in my own determination and that of others like me. People who will not live under the darkness cast by a cloud of fear and stupidity any longer.
Now, the cartoon at the top and the words below it are from a post that first ran here back in January of 2017, just as the would-be-king took the reins of power and started his division of America. The cartoon is from Dr. Seuss in 1941 when he took on the America First crowd of that era, a group of American isolationists and Hitler appeasers who would feel right at home in the MAGA world that cheers as the ghoul-in-chief gleefully breaks our bonds with longtime allies and kisses Putin’s Russian ass.
I felt that nothing in the message of both the cartoon and the accompanying words had changed in the nearly four years. In fact, it has become worst, as has almost every aspect of our nation and its culture. I can’t think of one solitary thing, one metric of any quality of life, that has improved in this nation over the past four years. People are still cowed by fears and division stoked by their ingrained prejudices, their own ignorance of the facts, and in believing the constant stream of misinformation and outright lies that fuel alternative media sources.
These people seek the darkness.
And I see that darkness but I also see the light shining through it. And I will march through the darkness until I reach that light.
Okay, enough for such a morning. In the original post four years ago, I ran the terrific Johnny Cash version of the song I See a Darkness from Bonnie “Prince” Billy aka Will Oldham with the following as part of its chorus:
Oh, no, I see a darkness.
Did you know how much I love you?
Is a hope that somehow you,
Can save me from this darkness.
Here’s Bonnie “Prince’ Billy’s original version.
Have a day. And if you run into Darkness, tell him that I am looking for him.
What we should fear, are those, ideals that teach us to differentiate us and them, making us see, how we are, different from one another, instead of seeing how we are, one in the same:all sharing the same living, space…
So sorry about your Dad.