Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Every Whisper: The Tragedy on the Hill

 "What really saved me, what made me different, was that I could run." — Olympic champion Mo Farah, who says he was a victim of child trafficking

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It’s worth watching the seventh hearing of the Congressional Jan. 6th committee on CSPAN, if only for the entertainment value. The riot was a comedy on many levels, in the Shakespearan sense of the term, which is to say it was a tragedy. It is hard to believe the blind stupidity of Trump and his allies, but these hearings make it all clear with blinding clarity.

My eyes hurt afterward.

But this hearing also included several passionate pleas from ordinary Americans to save our democracy, including a couple of guys who were there on that awful day at our Capitol, but now have seen the light.

Four of the panel members gave closing remarks that brought tears to my eyes.

What can we do? We can talk about it. We need to.

All of our eyes need to hurt together.

LATEST LINKS:

LYRICS:

“Losing My Religion”

R.E.M.

Oh life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper, of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
Consider this the hint of the century
Consider this the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, fly, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream

Songwriters: Peter Lawrence Buck / Michael E. Mills / William Berry / Michael J. Stipe

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