Well now now now now darlin

may a have a little talk with you
Because it won't be long before our true love will be through ...

Its too easy to lose sight of the bigger picture when regional catastrophes use up the lemmings' limited attention span. I certainly sympathize with that my lemmings, being another lemming, sometimes its hard. Only you know and I know where this is leading, its high time the bigger picture is painted. Get this straight, everything that is combusting is because, well, because it is combustible.

What were you up to last weekend? Menu planning on a zero budget? Searching the classifieds that vanished because your physical newspaper is yesterday's ash in the nation's fireplace? Sometimes its hard. But maybe you started out your Saturday with Pepe Escobar's Liquid Wars and followed though to his Asia Times version, Obama's Afghan Spaghetti Western? That would have been a real jolt to your weekend rest and recreation. Trust me, it wasn't the generic coffee. Here we are in Monday at last, no question about it either, plain as day the sun still shines, the Earth still turns and we are at war, of course. We are not winding down, we are not withdrawing, the disease is metastasizing as it spread before, with the same old song still playing we heard on the Waffle Ho's jukebox all those years ago while collecting alligator ashtrays on Souvenir Row... something about the wrong place, no apology, really, it was this other place all along, Eureka, At Last...

The fever is spreading and so my lemmings its time to stick another pushpin on your beaverboard war maps. Or turn off the jukebox, which is a little hard to do because there is no off switch. They saw to that. Eisenhower warned us, but that song didn't do as well on the charts, did it.

It is commonly thought there are many ways to tackle a problem. It is less commonly known there is only one way to achieve a solution to any problem. It is extremely unfortunate that problems of any sort carry a brief window of opportunity in which they can be solved before combusting into greater problems and diseases beyond control. This is THE situation everyone NOT a citizen of the oil rich nations finds themselves. To date the geographic dilemma still appears as 'something going on somewhere else'. You would think the situation dire enough for the bumsters to knock-off their cannibalizing of the lemmings, believe me, gentlemen, the flavor should have lost its appeal by now, those growth hormones are bitter, yes? But no. They will continue it appears, in the same stubborn deadbeat manner they evolved. Sometimes its hard.

You do understand what is at stake? I thought so.

The past few decades have been an international used dumpster parking lot of greed and deceit, indeed its been going on much, much longer than that, but these long years do not show evidence of any real solution. They show many minds working to increase the problem. Blame isn't a solution. Greed and deceit are inflammatory antagonists. And they call it 'foreign policy'. National policy, economic policy, community policy, law enforcement policy ... these are subheads under one policy. It is that one policy that defines the west, broken into divisions, each with warring factions and lower level pretensions, desiring and behaving as if they are peak considerations ... this is not a solution. "Pills" Limbaugh is not a solution. News, on the face of it a word implying something new, which more realistically should be called "Olds", is like the antifreeze in Panamanian toothpaste or sprays of white phosphorus on innocently jaywalking collaterals, again, no solutions there.

Sometimes, I would like to hear the other side speak up. What can they be thinking? Do they see it as the building of global Interstates condemning everything standing in its path? Or do they see it as a religious War of the Worlds? What do they say to each other?

Obviously somebody, somewhere sees what they are doing as the solution or they would not continue. But when you really think about it and take the time to ponder the gravity, especially with an abundance of closed minds unable to consider even briefly that the window of opportunity may already be closed, the outcome does not look good. It may well be true that this sad song has no end. It just goes downhill from here with the vocals deeper and slowing like HAL eternally dysfunctioning in outer space.