You'll Always Walk Alone.

 

  Guyana Guiliani pushing the Donald Jim-Jones Trump Death Cult.

Gerry Marsden, the lead singer of Gerry and the Pacemakers (if only he'd been wearing one!) died recently, so naturally, I listened to a couple of his hits:

         Don't let the Sun Catch You Crying

 and

 You'll Never Walk Alone

 

Perhaps it's just me, but listening to Gerry Marsden sing these ballads reminded me of what we have lost over the generations since he recorded these much-loved songs, which isn't Hope, that we still have reserves of, but Empathy, an emotion that has been ballyhooed as sissy and womanish, taboo in these "modern" days of toxic masculinity and hyper-militancy where compassion and love have been excoriated by no one so fiercely as by the so-called religious community.  

Even current music seems devoid of expressing Gerry's memorable affirmation of camaraderie that these songs express, like a friendly arm over your shoulder; rather than consoling one by reminding us that you'll never walk alone, what the new millennium tells us is just the opposite; instead what's constantly emphasized is the Thatcherism that there is no such thing as society and so you will always walk alone ... your government - democratic or representative, fascist or authoritarian - it matters not, it is the first entity that repeatedly tells you, no, you don't need Social Security; of what good is health care? What does government have to do with higher education other than trapping our youth in burdensome lifetime liability? Nutrition, halting climate change, stopping the proliferation of guns, nuclear missiles, Corona virus, CO2 or methane. Walk on in the rain, slog on through your pain. Alone.

I thought of Herman Cain, and the lack of a single syllable of sorrow at his passing from the callous Republicans who were his fellows:

As we walk through this storm

Our sense of dread is high

You'd best be afraid of the dark

There's no end to this storm

Just a threatening sky

Sans the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind

Walk on through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

 

Walk on, walk on

Without hope in your heart

'Cause you'll ever walk alone

You'll always walk alone

This is the message as more than 70 million of our fellow citizens are willing to rip the Halls of Congress apart, shred the Constitution to pieces, and chant for the murder of the Vice President of their own Party, all in order to keep drumming into our heads the fact that we are all alone, we are all Free, at liberty to spread a deadly virus around, as long as it doesn't affect ME. The government is not here to help you, and to make sure you believe that, they've undertaken the task of destroying every government program that does so, making sure that reality fits the picture they've painted of it by throwing buckets of paint on the canvas. See? I told you modern art sucks, as they slice the canvas to ribbons. 

So here ... drink up me maties. The elixir that'll fix yer is Freedom! So, 

Drink up, Drink up!

Dash love from your heart

And you'll ever walk alone

Staring into your damn I-phone