A Handbasket of One’s Own

These days almost everyone has an attitude. Very nearly as many have opinions. What isn’t as much in evidence is the rational instrumentation which might, if encouraged, turn all this noise into music.

The id is praised for its power, but also because it can be successfully deployed with so little training. That, at any rate, is what we’re told by all the fresh faces who’ve set up shop in the ruins of the Enlightenment without even the slightest inkling of the catastrophe which befell all rational enterprise in the last twilit days of the Nineteenth Century, and has harried us ever since.

We’re all perfectly aware by now that the Philosopher King has feet of clay. What we still don’t seem to realize, even after all the trauma of the last century, is that the Warlord, despite his sex appeal, is worse.

This being a free country and all, everyone has his own individual handbasket to ride in. That’s fine with me, but if we don’t figure out how we got where we are, and act accordingly, we’ll all continue on our way to Hell nevertheless. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

3 thoughts on “A Handbasket of One’s Own

  1. cocktailhag May 1, 2009 / 12:50 am

    Handbasket residence; this is Helena…. Welcome to the blog world, WT. I admire your taste in format, natch. I’ll be keeping a close bespectacled eye on what goes on here.

    • William Timberman May 1, 2009 / 12:53 am

      Salute! I was born where you are, you know. On Flatbush Ave., in a Lutheran hospital which I very much doubt is there anymore.

  2. Blabbery Smith May 2, 2009 / 9:19 pm

    Hey, Mr. bill…… I’ve finished last article, and all I have to say is M O R E , Suh!!!!!!

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