Which way the wind blows

I haven’t prepared a midweek post because I’ve been expecting the Flight 93 blogburst which, for me at least, is not simply a matter of uploading.  I always prepare a brief but thoughtful introduction, and I thoroughly edit the essay and reformat the photographs, graphics, and animations.  Additionally, I code the blogburst with an array of meta data, optimizing the post for Google keyword, image, and blog searches.  It’s a dirty job.

Waiting for the missing blogburst to arrive has got me in another pensive mood, musing about what I’d rather be doing—thinking about why I do this at all.  And hearing the silly twit in the video express himself in song reminds me of all the incredibly gifted and talented bloggers and artists engaged in the counter-jihad and in defense of western traditions and values.  Inspired by the limitless human spirit, they used to spend much of their time in Bohemian pursuits, voraciously consuming great art, music, and literature and tirelessly honing their own aesthetic skills.  They had hoped, all of them, to write great books, to compose symphonies, to capture beauty on canvas, and to make powerful and unforgettable films.

Where did they, where did I, go wrong?

 Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan

Well, you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

The line was plucked from Dylan’s trite, non-melodious shorty to name the Weatherman Underground of William Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn.

All of us know which way the wind is blowing.  It’s a worldwide phenomenon—from Kenya, where they sing about Obama as if he is the promised savior of darkest Africa, to the gigantic German arenas where tens of thousands hail him as the long-awaited guarantor of harmony and understanding.

Now we’re the underground—the subterranean homesick—and we just want our world back.  We’re tired and exhausted.  We’ve had enough of this cold wind, carrying fascism and Bolshevism and jihadism to the four corners.  You don’t need a weatherman to know we’ve entered an ice age.

It is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

Obama be thy name.