I know there are always a few loose nuts in any mix, but these nuts are so loud and obnoxious it just gets too damn annoying. And they seem intent on making sure the virus keeps going, by doing stupid shit like crowding into restaurants yesterday to honor their mothers and spread the disease, a two-for-one for the ages. "I love you Mom, and I'm the new Typhoid Mary!" No, not Typhoid Mary. They're the New Jonas Army. Jonas was a minor prophet in the Bible who was impious, and got thrown off this boat because a giant sea monster known as the Leviathan was after him. The people on the boat knew it, so they threw him overboard. Upon hitting the water, the Leviathan swallowed Jonas up whole, and he spent three days in the belly of the beast. I think he later got into real estate. But ever since, if someone is bringing bad luck, like say a giant monster chasing you, that person is said to be a Jonas, and the prescribed remedy is to throw them overboard. Don't take my word for it. Watch the movie Master and Commander. There's a whole section on it. So, yeah, we have a New Jonas Army, full of the impious who are making a giant monster angry. And still the beast is feeding.
We took an evening walk yesterday, and it was so quiet and beautiful. The streets were mostly empty, the skies magnificent, and the air seemed charged with life. You could feel the power of spring, the life force pushing up through the plants or something. And the way the light carried through the air was incredible. I haven't seen the world so clearly, so shockingly gorgeous, since I was kid camping in the Sierra Nevada. The world is more beautiful right now, no doubt about it. I do not want us to go backwards once the virus has run its course. We have been shown what the world can look like when we start to have less pollution. Let's keep on with that. Let's have a Green New Deal. Let's fix global warming. Seems like the time is right, we're already in a Great Again Depression. Let's fix this. I think the only folks who really don't want things to change are the few who are in charge, the super rich, super powerful lost souls who have no idea how to spend all the money they've got, no idea how to lead those they wish to control. I think maybe that's where the seeds of all the conspiracy theories come from. The fact that there are some people out there who do spread false information in order to keep things going a certain way. But it's not some secret. It's quite clear. Oil companies dither about global warming. Billionaires like the Koch brothers agitate for tax breaks for the rich and against things like public education. False prophets like Joel what's-his-name twist the Bible to fit whatever they are selling to the masses while he and his family sit in hollow mansions and do nothing to help the needy, even in this time of great need. So all the little Jonas' feel the effects, know something is amiss, and look for an answer. Sadly, they find it in bizarre home made videos, ones that have scapegoats easier to believe in. Of course, some of those in the New Jonas Army are just assholes. Anyone who went to Middle School knows the world has always had those who just suck. Goes with the deal. Yes, you get to live on this amazing planet, and enjoy life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But there will be assholes. Price of admission I suppose.
One more thing this Monday morning. How can you be bored right now? We are living in the most historic time of our lives. The world has changed. We are, right now, able to reflect, to read that book we've been meaning to read, to put in that flower bed, to watch Tiger King, to post photos of what we made for dinner, to write a daily blog. How on Earth folks can say they're bored is beyond me. If you are bored, it is your own fault. Do something about it. The old structure of our lives is gone forever. And if you're just saying you're bored because it seems like the thing to say, find something else to say. At least when you talk with me. When someone tells me they're bored, I tell find them boring.
Okay, enough Monday crank. Love to you all. Love, love, and more love. Read a poem out loud. Start a conversation with a flower. Sing a song of sixpence to the change on your dresser. Make the world a better place.
Here's a song. It's Weezer's My Name is Jonas.
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