Don't
Let the Sun Go Down On Me
Just in case anyone cares, the
Vatican has the same legitimacy
in proposing limits on abortion, surrogate parenthood and/or
gender-affirming surgery as my Aunt Ethyl... and I don't
even have an Aunt Ethyl. All the Pope has that Ethyl doesn't
is a knowledge that millions of humans are afraid of burning
in a lake of fire after they die if they don't follow a set
of unspecific rules designed to sap their minds of objective
reality by an entity mostly interested in their monetary
donations and headed by a man wearing a dress who SWEARS
he's never
boned a nun.
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It was Eclipse Day here in America and I'm not sure what
the fuss was all about. If this was the first ever total
eclipse modern humanity would ever experience then, sure,
I'd have been out there with a welder's mask on and waving
a set of pom-poms urging that old devil Moon to go-go-go!
Instead I chose to go for a walk around my neighborhood
during the totality and spent my time looking around me
rather
than
up at a familiar fiery
disc we'd seen in print or online time and again.
I saw
the street light blink on. I saw eerie waves of patterns
washing across the street surfaces, something to do with
the wisps of cloud cover that threatened to ruin the event.
I heard and saw fireworks going off in mid afternoon darkness.
I met neighbors I'd rarely encountered sitting or standing
in their yards waiting for the big moment and we all shared
a laugh
that the end of the world was coming.
I listened to music specifically chosen to accompany the
event. I listened to NPR news broadcasts that were describing
the
rush of totality as it reached each heavily populated area.
Which was as absurd as listening to Edgar Bergen performing
his act on radio with puppet Charlie McCarthy. (No relation
to Kevin McCarthy though they do share some of the same
wooden DNA.)
See you at the next one in 2026, if we both meet in Greenland
(or somewhere like that) that is.
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Moon: “Hi, pretty mama.”
Mother Earth: “Hey, baby. Whatcha got for me?”
Moon: “Oh, nothin’. Just about the blackest
event you’ve even had.”
Mother: “Oooh. How black?”
Moon: "Totality, baby."
Mother: “Oh, yeah? Well, then, give it to me, Moon
man.”
Moon: “Here it comes, baby!”
Mother: “Oh, yeah!”
Moon: “Oh, yeah!”
Mother: “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! ….. wait. Is that
it? Four minutes? Four whole minutes?”
Moon: “Hey, look, uh, I got a thing to do. Maybe I’ll
catch you in about two years, baby.”
Mother: “That’s it. I gotta find me a new moon.”
-
Lefty
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