I have sat down a few times in the long interregnum since my last piece and stared at the screen, willing myself to write. My mind remained blank and so did the screen. So I stood up and either wrote some music or edited my book or, most frequently, just lay down on the couch in my office and read books by my favorite historian, Martin Gilbert.
Here’s the thing. I want to write about my adventures in music, about movies I like, about interesting people I have met on the three continents I’ve lived on, maybe even about the odd love-affair gone bad - but my Substack audience seems to be much more interested in on all things Covid, all thing politics, all things tyranny. And I am - as they say in Czech - “all written out” on those topics. There are some fabulous writers you can read here who delve deep into the societal, medical, economic and political dead-end street we find ourselves in. I’ll mention two favorites, my friends Karen Hunt who writes
and Trish Wood over at
I call Trish a friend even though we’ve never met because I find her views so deeply simpatico to mine and because we are both Canadians, struggling with the reality of having a Marxist evil twerp for a leader. Karen, on the other hand, is a *real* friend in the sense that we have had countless marathon phone conversations and agree on pretty much everything (she’s tougher on Musk than I am) Both these ladies are fine writers/broadcasters/journalists and can contribute much more to the discussion than I can. They are also much better researchers.
But here’s the main reason I can’t bring myself to write about the Covid psy op catastrophe: we are in a state of national catatonia. Day follows day, month follows month and the three year-long scam-to-end-all-scams, the greatest crime against humanity in at least 50 years, is being swallowed by a memory hole the size of the Grand Canyon. Hypnotized sheep still walk around with CLOTH MASKS on, 36 months after being told they’re completely useless. Yes, those people are very few nowadays, admittedly, but they DO walk among us. I see them daily. Hordes of hypochondriacs on Twitter who haven’t left the house since March 2020 berate me for daring to eat in restaurants or going to a movie theater unmasked. Millions of people will go to their graves thinking mRNA vag-zeenz saved millions of lives. And nothing is moving forward or if it is, the movement is so glacial, it’s imperceptible. America is still in a STATE OF EMERGENCY. There are no mea culpas, no regret, no contrition. To top it all, Donald Trump, for whom I would vote, stubbornly refuses to distance himself from the gene juice and therefore is - in my eyes - not a suitable candidate. I will not vote for anyone who can plainly see the truth but will not say the words the country needs to hear.
The Hunter laptop story doesn’t interest me because all politicians are corrupt crooks and we have known for decades that Biden Sr is one of the most corrupted and crooked of all. The war in Ukraine is horrific because all wars are horrific but I think both Putin and Zelensky are about on the same level of crookedness and I have lost interest in that inter-Slavic spat. For the United States to pump billions into a losing proposition is clearly criminal but we have done it before in Iraq, Afghanistan and Vietnam, so it’s not surprising.
I’ll leave the hot topics to others and will stick with music, prose and stories of broken hearts