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What Have They Done to my Song?
I could add my voice, my
own unique spin, to the multitude of voices writing about the really important
issues of our day. I could write about President Bush’s latest Supreme Court
nominee or the one that withdrew and her supercilious gushing missives to her
adoring boss.
I could write about George
W’s most current embarrassing faux pas – and of course, the growing number
of indictments. Ahh, it brings back those Watergate memories. Makes me wonder if
today’s youth will be as affected by this administration’s atrocities as I
was by Richard Milhous Nixon’s.
I could add my voice to
the haranguing condemnation of the American press and our dismay and
disenchantment with those who are supposed to be asking the hard, pointed
questions. It makes one ponder the obvious: where are today’s Edward R.
Murrow’s? From my vantage point there are no more voices of consciousness –
well, perhaps a few glimpses of what was – but just a sliver in the crack. Not
since Deep Throat and Woodward and Bernstein have a reporter and an informant
broken the almighty silence and actually did the right thing.
I could add my voice about
the despicable corporate entities that rob workers of their long-earned
pensions; who’ve sold them down the “outsourcing” river filling their
coffers with ca-zillions of gold.
Or I could espouse the
atrocity of this new fakery of a medical prescription drug plan for those who
need it the most – our elderly and disabled citizens. A plan touted as the
best minds could conceive couldn’t conceive how to have one universal plan
with one payment structure, one price per medication, with one fee offering the
same benefits for all subscribers. A plan that requires a PHD in government
gobbily gook to filter through the maze on nonsense and nonsensical data further
complicated by the on again off again coverage with changing benefits. How
absurdly ridiculous is this? Who is the beneficiary of such mass confusion?
Certainly not seniors, who in some cases have trouble balancing their
checkbooks. Somehow, they are now expected to be wizards at calculations and
tiny print nuances.
I could write about the
horrors of
I could add my voice to
the many who each mimic one another as they write or report on our nightly
newscasts that the trial of Saddam Hussein is a travesty, “Hang the
bastard”, “Throw him to his people to torture”; he’s a killer after all
– he gassed thousands of his own they shout. True as that is – it’s
peculiarly lacking in disclosing the “whole truth and nothing but the
truth”. Where did Saddam get his weapons of mass destruction? Who sold him
this poison gas and chemical warfare? Who held him in esteem for many a year
until he dared to cross them? Could it be? Heaven forbid, could it be the
greatest weapon maker and exporter in the world? Could it be that we, the high
and mighty U.S. of A. made his atrocities possible – even turned a blind eye
knowing full well the extent of his madness?
I could add my voice to
the few that dare; to the few who can only find themselves published on obscure
web-pages, but never in the mainstream press. I could write about our collective
gluttony, the despair of so many at home, about the obscene horrors of Katrina
and Rita and Wilma, about the starving children everywhere, about defenseless
little ones abused by those who profess to love them, or about spouses who beat
one another, about the sad state of our education in America and how we’ve
fallen from the best of the best to little less than downright mediocre.
I could write about
homelessness and the high cost of non-existent medical care. I could write about
our growing elderly and the urgent need to find compassionate care for the
multitude of dementia and Alzheimer’s patients.
I could write about the
horrific conditions of our nursing homes and mental institutions, about
pharmacists who refuse to fill a prescription because it’s contrary to their
religious beliefs. I could write about our loss of liberty and the dismantling
of our Bill of Rights and our Constitution, or how the new bankruptcy laws are
designed to stranglehold only the most needy of us, or how only the
poor-shlub-of-a-working-class-fool pays taxes and how the rich, the mighty, and
the obscene corporate entity finds loopholes in their loopholes.
I could write about the
disappearance of civility, of getting a good bang out of a buck, or the
horrifying state of our diminishing quality of fresh, drinkable water and clean
air to breathe, but who would read it, or who would care? Would my voice be just
another voice in a plethora of voices imploring the same thing? Would my voice
just be an act of self-flagellation?
© Norma Sherry 2005
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Alpha and Omega by Philip J. Rappa
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