February 03, 2025

We are likely to grow weary with the situation at hand.

Day after day of indelible stupidity mascaraing 
as The President of Unsurpassed Wisdom, Leadership, Greatness and all Marvelous Things
wears thin fast.

Even his fans will soon be yawning.
Maintaining our enthusiasm
Will be like a life sentence on Death Row.
Where do we go for solace and consolation?

I dreamed last night 
that I called up George Carlin for suggestions
and he said anything he could offer
would be like wisecracks at a wake.
And that we have to suffer the truth
of having nothing to say that is appropriate
for anguish and mourning.

We have to bear our own grief,
carry our own sorrow,
and recognize that upon us
is the realization of all that has been lost
and will not be recovered in our lifetime
or that of those who will follow us.

A sound is heard in Ramah, a sound of crying in bitter grief. It is the sound of Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be consoled because she has lost them.

 George Carlin is a man of great wisdom even in death.