My oldies are my father’s oldies, just sung by Urge Overkill instead of Neil Diamond. It’s history repeating a history of a history.
And just like they couldn’t scrub Silkwood clean, we stare down Fukushima pondering oil-spill-sized cover-ups. Doomed to repeat? …or, perhaps life has constants; not all of them inspirational.
We can’t sue WalMart nice, and the Supreme Court says we can’t sue them bankrupt either. Were lawyers ever the answer? (Only when they’re on “our” side.)
We fight for Post Offices and Healthcare, then bemoan the size of government. Picking tomorrow’s position is made harder and harder the more we know about today.
So it’s nice when life provides a slam dunk.
A human rights issue can be corrected right now. Ended. A new future; a new start.
The State of New York can legalize gay marriage, which is to say they will stay the Hell out of what constitutes love and union; leaving that task to sources who pride themselves on exclusionary tactics and injustice.
As this is being written on Wednesday, June 22, at 6 p.m. (Eastern-Standard, the only true standard) there isn’t a vote scheduled on the matter yet. The legislative session ends Monday.
Doing the right thing is as easy as finding a good song and making an even better version of it. The words are already there.
