The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

    Maybe I'm Amazed

    Maybe I'm amazed.

    Or maybe I'm just a barfly who is waiting for closing time...but without the hair commercials first..LOL.

    I grew up in NY and I grew up with music.  And music will always be what touches me first and what I reach out with to others.

    Billy Joel, for instance, he used to touch my soul.  After years of seeing him almost get away with murder because LI loves him so much, I no longer really give a damn.

    I don't care how famous you are.  Get behind the wheel, be sober.  Or call a fucking limo service.

    Srsly.

    But he did Allentown great service, and our Vets

    Last night's earthquake leaves me breathless, and heart sick.  And so does some stuff that happened at my own blog.

    Why can't we all just be friends??


    We all care, we all have hearts, we all know what's right and what's wrong.  Stupid animosity is just that.  Stupid.

    My boy sent me this song from 'Ghan and he says it's our song.  I'm happy I've touched someone this way, but wish I could make everyone as happy.

    Seriously

    We all need to just remember what it's like to be amazed, and to love one another, as we work on, fighting our good fight....together.

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    BTW, were it not for our world's best and only democrat, TMac, I would not have put a post up with a Paul McCartney title.  I would've had my druthers and gone John Lennon.  But good friends around here are hard to find, so I'm givin T her Paul. 

    John was the best Beatle.  George an almost equal second.

    But don't tell T I said that.

    Wink


    I think we have had this discussion Lissie... Paul is the best Beetle... umm...

    Love

    The greatest living democrat..

    hahahahah Nice blog.


    George.  Definitely, George was the best.

    Why is there never any love for the Ringo?  According to the song, he's the greatest. Smile

     


    Hahaha I forgot that flower.. nice one!


    Paul always was and always will be the best Beatle, in spite of the fact he never realized I was the best girl for him...


    Two votes makes is completely true! I know I was right... now I think he should have married you stilli.


    Quit trying to butter up to T, Lis.  I'm the only big D Democrat who wrote a whole blog post about it and took a whole lot of crap for it, too.   She just wrote one darned sentence and now she thinks she's the greatest?  Hah!  (I forgive her, though, because she's a good Democrat.  Just not the "greatest".)

     


    Yeah, but your title wasn't The Greatest Living Democrat... and mine was... and I went to comicon which is a thing Great Democrats do....

    Tomorrows installation:

    Greatest Living Democrat goes to the Bicycle Expo 2011, so that will prove it twice over Mona! Hahahaha!


    Clearly Teresa is the Democrat who has the Greatest time Living.


    Clearly none of you were there for the Greatest Trivial Pursuit game EVER.  It ended 20 minutes ago and I'm still trying to catch my breath.  All six around the table are Democrats.  I was the greatest among them.  Ha!


    Greatest Trivial Pursuit Democrat?


    It's a start.


    LizB, Dave Seaton posted a link to a series of videos called The Century of Self. I found a link to another series by the same commentator called The Trap. I came away with the idea that people have woven a cocoon around themselves made of the material and ideological thingys they value most. And a lot are more urban myth and legend in nature than they are based on true facts or history. And with the anonymity of the internet, one can easily lash out at anyone or thing and not feel remorse, guilt or responsibility for their actions simply because no one knows who they are nor can they do much to stop them. In short, the internet is a free-for-all fight club...only the strongest survive...so fair play is an oxymoron in the eyes of the rabble-rousers.

    So the real problem today is how to blog at the middle ground where everyone on the playing field are equals, and everyone's thoughts and ideas are discussed, considered and debated civilly without degradation. That's a tall order to fill. It may require everyone to be at the same level before order and civility can be restored. Perhaps we need another slide off towards the abyss to get people to understand it's not about ideology anymore...it's about everybody, so leave your ideology at the doorstep before you enter.


    I agree with almost everything you said, BJ--except for the leave your ideology at the door part. I think you don't have to divorce yourself from your beliefs to remain civil. I might edit your statement just a little bit to say, "Leave your dogma at the door." Because, in my mind, dogma stubbornly refuses to be challenged or changed. Ideology is a touch more maleable as circumstances and times change.


    This is excellent, I agree Orlando.


    Yes, dogma is a much better word...I stand corrected. Too late to edit, though,


    Lis, this is a great line:  We all need to just remember what it's like to be amazed, and to love one another, as we work on, fighting our good fight....together.

    We do indeed.  But I think it's harder and harder these days to remain calm.  Those of us who are passionate in our political beliefs are on the edge of panic,  It's as if the ground is splitting under us, we're about to be swallowed up by a Tsunami, and, if we survive that, we're facing a China Syndrome.

    If we could just remember the part about fighting the good fight together we might actually get somewhere.


    I've never known an alarm that isn't first insulting to the ears. Just saying, is all. ;O)

    The news from Michigan is dire. Vandals at the gates. Fight like hell, Ramona. Fight like hell!


    Worst than dire, SJ.  It's keeping me awake nights and interfering with my every waking moment.  These battles need focus, so you may notice that I'm not getting involved in any more arguments about whether Obama is going to sit back or help us out.  It's a useless argument, since none of us has any control over what he does.

    I'm watching the boots on the ground in Wisconsin and Michigan and elsewhere and they're getting things done.  The Firefighters just shut down a bank!   The cameras are in the Capitol buildings!  People are rising up and staying there!  We're on the move, and there's no time for philosophical arguments anymore.

    I'm working with the people who get it and to hell with those who don't.  Bernie Sanders, Alan Grayson, Anthony Weiner, Dennis Kucinich. . .I'm pinning my hopes on them and others like them and that's where my measly support is going.

    I'm going to take LisB's advice and concentrate on fighting the good fight.  Because yes, I'm remembering once again what it's like to be amazed.


    What the firefighters did was great.  It is simple and something everyone can do in the normal course of their day.  You're free to support whatever candidate you want and I'm free to put my money where I want to.  As "consumers" in a consumer economy, we have a lot of power.  I am sure there are plenty of small local banks around the country that will see advertising they have pro-labor investment policy is a way to swell their vaults.  Okay, so this still affirms the profit motive, but if it gets money flowing to the right places and away from the wrong places, then that is a start.  It was the threat of the lost of consumers and investors that gave Apartheid the final push over the edge and into the dustbin of history.


    When the things about Billy Joel start to infuriate me, I keep thinking of Randy Newman's description of Long Island as "BillyJoeldom"  and  then listen to Ben Folds' Zak and Sara the unquestionable offspring of Billy Joel's Brenda and Eddie.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAVuK5efP4Q

     

    (And, broadly hinting as to Barth's real name, I can assure you that I did not marry anyone named Brenda, nor was the person I did marry all that much like the Brenda at the Italian restaurant.  Our daughter, though, could be Sara without an h---my grandmother was Sara with one---but we named her something else).