Less than a month ago, I made a pinky-swear that I wouldn’t write anything for a year. And then I picked up Bob Dylan’s book THE PHILOSOPHY OF MODERN SONG.
On page 199, he recounts a little-known story about a native American activist and songwriter named John Trudell. This snippet from the book (no permission was granted for me to reprint this & I’ll be happy to delete it if need be) reminded me of other historic actions by the CIA and the FBI.
“Sometime in the seventies, John led a demonstration of various tribal people in Washington on the steps of the Capitol. A day after that, his trailer home in Nevada on the Duck Valley Reservation was firebombed and a padlock was put on the outside of the door. John’s pregnant wife and three kids and mother-in-law were burned alive. The arsonists were never apprehended”
It is impossible not to remember the ATF murders at Waco.
It is impossible not to remember the faked suicide of Jeffrey Epstein.
It is impossible to forget the assassination of JFK and how our government became something evil on the very next day.
Most of us can do nothing to fight Leviathon. Some can. Remember the words of Patrick Henry and Thomas Jefferson.
We are fighting a spiritual war and Satan is our enemy. Be brave and moral.
I hope I don't sound like a conspiracy hipster when I say that I feel no reason to believe that Epstein is dead.
You came back strong, Charles. The wisdom and thoughts here are timeless, and the story illustrates the profoundness of the song/Poem. Hard to imagine living with such pain.