We live in a political world where love don’t have any place.

We’re living’ in times where men commit crimes, and crime don’t have a face.

You know how many years it’s been since The Bard first sang those words?

Thirty three years . . . like the age of Jesus when we crucified Him.

There’s a lot of talk these days about losing our democracy in these United States of America . . . the place we were born and raised . . . the place we say we love and so often hate.

What if we already lost it, our democracy, that is . . . not our minds, but . . . yeah, that too.

Oh chuck me in the shallow waters before I get too deep . . . or is it choke me . . . either way, huh?

Maybe . . . maybe I’m just losin’ my religion here, a lovely Southern euphemism for . . . for what?

Oh no . . . I’ve said too much . . .

We used to know the way, if not The Way.

We used to be the generation . . . my generation . . . that won’t get fooled again.

Right?

What happened . . . HOW THE HELL did it ever come to THIS?