Arms Too Short to Box with God....

...or His representative on earth.

Pope Leo XIV said of the apparent tensions with President Trump, "I do not look at my role as being political ... I don't want to get into a debate with him. I don't think that the message of the Gospel is meant to be abused in the way that some people are doing."

"I will continue to speak out loud against war, looking to promote peace, promoting dialogue, multilateral relationships among the states to look for just solutions to problems," he said. "Too many people are suffering in the world today. Too many innocent people are being killed. And I think someone has to stand up and say, 'There's a better way to do this.'"
-bill kenny 

Even Then...

 "Must be getting early
Clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony.

Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause it's all right.

I know the rent is in arrears
The dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's all right

Cow is giving kerosene
Kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's all right."

"The shoe is on the hand it fits

There's really nothing much to it

Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it's all right.

Oh, well, a touch of grey kind of suits you anyway

And that was all I had to say, and it's all right."

-bill kenny

Sailors Fighting in the Dance Hall

The lunar voyage of Artemis II captured my imagination as it did for so many others. As a kid, I thought the 'space program' (I didn't grasp the nuance of all the different programs within NASA) was absolutely amazing, and that little could possibly be cooler than being an astronaut (unless you could also be a baseball player during the summer, AND the President when you weren't an astronaut).

The news has been so sucky for so long, I appreciated the cheering up the mission crew brought to all of us when we needed it most. I'm hoping I'm still above ground when we finally make the leap to Mars, despite how I feel about Elmo Muckox; he is right to insist we explore it.

And perhaps, just perhaps (but still), Mars isn't as barren and desolate as we have always believed. 

Quite frankly, I don't know whether to be thrilled or terrified (or both).
-bill kenny

Townsend's 20/20 Hindsight

 "There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye.

"And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight.

"Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss."

-bill kenny

Difference between a Rut and a Grave...

For a plethora of reasons, some significant and others not so much, I've been in a funk for the last few days and am struggling to work my way out of it. This is part of that effort. 

While I was remembering a pair of colleagues earlier in the week, Rik and Dave, I had forgotten about a third Amigo, so to speak, from my time in Germany, Wolfgang K., whom I met when he worked for Warner Brothers Records, based in Munich. 

He was a big fan of American Forces Radio (as were many Germans at the time), and the halo effect of that affection, luckily, included me. Wolfgang died on New Year's Eve. 

I think one of the things eating at me is that I have no idea what caused their deaths. Nor am I sure that's what's bothering me, to be honest. My evil twin, Skippy, suggested boredom, but I think that's because he's confused my life with theirs. Meanwhile, I try to work my way up to level ground. 

Hope you're still around when/if I do.
-bill kenny

Ears Burning?

With a two-party system, the choices are too often cancer or polio. We need to do better, and must.
-bill kenny 

Adding Tears to the Waters of Babylon

Today marks the start of Holocaust Days of Remembrance 2026. Considering the unthinking brutality as a species we have visited upon one another since the dawn of time, and started to walk upright, you can be forgiven for wondering why commemorating the Shoah is only a week.

It was on this date in 1945 (Western) Allied troops, technically the US Army with (about) a Canadian brigade, liberated Buchenwald, the last of the Nazi death factories. As a child growing up, I'd heard whispers by the grown-ups, many who'd served in the wartime military, about the camps, never grasping the enormity of the horror.

While living in (West) Germany, I went to Bergen-Belsen (there was a huge NATO tank competition range near there at Fallingbostel) where, even decades after the horror, the early summer sky never seemed as blue overhead as it did on the landstrasse leading to Celle and where I never saw an insect of any kind or heard the song of any bird.

Science dictates they had to be there, in this place where Anne Frank and her sister, Margot, died of typhus, two of the over one hundred thousand people who perished in captivity for the crime of being different. I felt foolish offering you a link on Anne Frank, as you know who she is, unless you don't, which then begs all logic for the establishment of a Holocaust Remembrance Week in the first place.

Intolerance and hatred of the other have a long history in the human race. Some have speculated that the first tool fashioned by the earliest man was a weapon to kill his neighbor. I'd suggest the Shoah marked the successful combining of primitive, superstitious, and mindless hatred with the unfeeling, uncaring, and antiseptic precision of the Industrial Revolution. 

In a perverse, and reverse, triumph, we had ourselves outmachined the machines in dispatching those unlike us with a uniformity and consistency never before seen in our history on this planet.

That it continues to happen, across our actually very small planet daily, in a variety of ways so numerous and subtle we often don't actually feel the hate, brings me to the brink of tears. To have come as far as we have-we, the self-anointed Crown of Creation, and still be able to stoop so low. 

To be so willing to harness the ingenuity and intelligence of millions of years of evolution and education in the service of the most venal and loathsome of all of our emotions is to stand naked before a world whose judgment we have chosen to disregard.

"There on the poplars, we hung our harps; for there our captors asked us for songs. Our tormentors demanded songs of joy. They said, 'Sing us one of the songs of Zion!' O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us. He who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks."
And thus begins the cycle again, perhaps never to end.
-bill kenny