Gettysburg,  One-hundred and Forty-nine

                                                               

                                                    We're just guessin', you still haven't learned that lesson.
Bayonets are pretty much a thing of the past, but, droning on into the future, we still have
that gut-level belief in war as a great problem-solver. 

                                                                         If we gotta have a war, don't kill each other,
co-ordinate on a planetary defense system against those evil asteroids (they're so mean!),
go on that wartime footing globally to ditch dinosaur industrialism, going completely solar
and non-polluting.  Sorry, Mr. power company, time for you to find a new line of work.

                           Every individual has the responsibility not to subscribe to the big con
of Babylon (in the Marleyean sense).  If you've managed to elude any part of the plausible
indoctrination, you're probably sly enough to limit further damage to yourself except in
the most extremely repressive situations.  I have a motion on the table that we should
consider cultivating a positive & joyful subversion.

                                                 Now that's what I've been told.
                                                        What's your version?

                                                                                                                  L'amour Toujours,
                                                                                                                             Luke