The Second American Revolution

America is so different.  I didn't pay attention much, but there was some reason why I choose to accept a cruise ship piano job.  I needed musical employment, and lo and behold a cruise ship job was just the ticket.  It was a ticket out, not that I was looking for that.  To find rare commercial piano work one must travel.  Perhaps at one time, "Once Upon a Time in America," the better days, the days of yore.... there were more opportunities.  Today there are few.  The prolific studio orchestras of Hollywood have been put on Defcon 4.  These studio musicians are scampering to and from their clandestine work in tunnels not unlike the tunnels at Disney World for its employees.  With their heads down and their instruments under their arms they scurry to their sessions trying their best not to bring attention to themselves.  This is the musical way.  The music industry in America never has been fair.  At one time it was honest, and then in the great model of capitalism a team of businessmen came along and turned it into what it became, a financial powerhouse.  They created an image, an aesthetic, which tapped into the soul of burgeoning America.  This was a good thing.  What was their tool?  What was the watershed, record setting, groundbreaking tool which transformed America?  We all have but forgotten.  It was radio.  Not internet radio.  I can't believe I am speaking about radio like it was a thing of the past, an antiquated dinosaur, a turn of the century invention made from string and chewing gum that unified the country and created a mainstream that made America great.  It was this unification, this camaraderie, this commonly felt sentiment which constructed the heart of America.  Now we have an orange colored snake oil salesman, who has no clue how to do anything on the level.  Maybe he can earn a few bucks from declaring bankruptcy, but certainly he has nary a skill or an idea of how to implement any change for America except to kill us.  It is like putting a toddler in control of an assembly line.  The sooner Gump is removed from the presidency the sooner America will start to recover from his violence provoking, racist, separatist agenda.  It is unbelievable really.  It is unbelievable how grass roots ideas, well thought ideas with solutions in mind can achieve success.  America could save the planet, but for some reason it is not in vogue to do so.  Instead an executive board of demons sit in Wall Street and Washington offices breathing fire onto America because they can.  The utter destruction of America is their agenda.  These demons are not from around here.  They are not local yokels.  They are Russians, and Japs, and Chinese.  They are the once enemies of America, those who have attacked us not that long ago in attempted siege of the free world.  It was not that long ago that real storm troopers ravaged the countryside killing innocent citizens in the name of the Third Reich.  In America we do not remember this.  It was not that long ago hundreds of thousands of Jewish citizens were slaughtered in a mass genocide by the German military.  It was not that long ago that Great Britain decided they would not accept the sovereignty of the emerging colonies in North America.  They sent their storm troopers here on ships in red coats to rape and pillage Americans.  We decided otherwise, and what was our last line of defense against the invading British army?  The answer was a well-armed militia but with powder and ball muskets, horse sense, and determination.  Newly emerging America did not have assault rifles with high capacity clips.  Instead they had themselves and their families and the support of the Almighty to defeat the imperial rule of the British.  England has never been the same.  What are we now?  We are a flock of sheep with no direction, no plan, and no understanding.  We subsist day to day, from moment to moment, staring into our iPhones hoping for completion.  It is far too difficult to fathom revolution, again.