Say Amen

The current state of international affairs has me downright depressed and feeling that if we thought the 20th century was full of madness, you ain't seen nothing yet. I think Yeats was channeling these times when he wrote the following lines in his poem The Second Coming:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Furthermore, nationally, there is a divide that is growing into something like a political civil war. I'm beyond speech. But some thankfully aren't. Like Dr. Omed. Read him (see his page for the italics in the following quote and more) and be healed:

Hatred isn’t just for conservative fundamentalist Christians and Moslems, anymore. They are teaching the world to hate, in perfect harmony. I have learned hatred from the righteous; in the words of Psalm 139, “I hate them with a perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.” I don’t like hating people, but I do. Another occasion of sin, courtesy of Osama Bin Laden and George W. Bush. In the end, it could be that Osama Bin Laden's Nunc Dimittis (Luke 2:29 "Lord, lettest thou thy servant depart") was to set off not a war against terror but a war of terrors, a war of shadows made real, fear vs. fear, us vs. them, Neocons vs. all comers, a psy-ops civil war waged via the internet and mass media. I don't think it's too strong a term to call it civil war. If my wife were awake, she might look over my shoulder at this point, and say, “It’s all about dicks.”

Amen brother.