A Hugely Unswinging and Communist America

After our extended and continual bout with Covid 19, and when our reality gets misshapen beyond our control, necessarily I adapted by abandoning my traditional pursuits.  Because I am a musician always there is some goal to be tackled.  Because most of my life has been on hold since 2013, my musical path has been divergent.  There have been  pitfalls, and when these occur I change gears and turn.  Consequently my accomplishments also have been divergent, but there have been a lot.  Consciously I must sit back and reflect on what they have been.  I won't go into it here, but I have accomplished most of the things I have set out to do.  I am at a new juncture where Covid has affected my path.  Like millions of Americans finally I am succumbing to this disease's evil grip.  I have not had to worry about eviction or bankruptcy, but I have had to contend with the ill effects of Covid.  Never have I been tested, but never have I had a fever above normal.  Never have I had flu-like symptoms.  Contrarily I have had a host of other physical maladies which mirror the symptoms of Covid.  This is when I learned that this engineered pathogen purposely exacerbates your underlying conditions.  It is a dangerous, often deadly, ruthless and macabre foe, and still it continues to wage its war on humankind.  The most unsettling sentiment is that we do not know who unleashed it upon the world.  Rest assured Covid is not a naturally occurring virus.  For it to exhibit the characteristics it displays, thousands of years would have been needed for it to develop and mutate.  It is an engineered pathogen, and most likely its source was the lab in Wuhan, China.  The only question which remains is who sanctioned and paid for this virus.  This scenario would be golden for the literary world if we still had one.  We don't.  Americans no longer read, and this absence reading novels has left a void in American consciousness.  Similarly film provided a necessary foreshadowing of the future.  The speculation and its accompanying scientific logic created a burgeoning industry in Hollywood.  Rational life as we have known it could be capsulized by the genres of Hollywood films.  No these categories seems foreign and dull, because our emotional senses have become altered in response to the Communist plot.  Ironically the pursuit of red often has been of interest to America, and yet we can't remember that.  McCarthyism was such a tenant.  Hollywood itself embraced the eventual threat of Communist ideals with a tangible black list of known sympathizers.  Can you believe this?  If you were found to sympathize with Communist ideas, then you were singled out and scorned in public like a witch.  Evidently the threat of  Communism in America over the decades was a formidable and important threat to America democracy and freedom.  These witch hunts continue to look like histrionics, but I am beginning to understand that this pursuit of red was merited.  Why?  In the last few days while Covid seems to be making a resurgence, somehow my mind has been cleared of the spin.  We have taken Covid seriously, and I am fully vaccinated.  Still we continue to shelter in place, and it makes a difference.  The information about the disease has become hearsay and a political tool.  What are we to believe?  People fully vaccinated are spreading the delta variant?  It never has been more clear this pandemic is closet genocide, and its goals are far reaching.  If we still had a functioning literary community, a populace intelligent enough to understand complex human issues, then Covid should be a gold mine.  We are not.  We no longer speculate on the future.  We no longer explore human emotion, and consequently the genres of film are becoming increasingly extinct.  Do we still possess the capability to synthesize varying emotional states and enjoy them?  I think not, and Covid has not helped.  Live music and theater traditionally are a core vehicle for these indulgences.  Television once provided such a need, but all of that has been stymied with the onslaught of Communism.  The freedoms, emotional reactions, and indulgences of man, which are the core components of American life, have been assaulted.  Consequently we have mutated into a dense, insensitive, and uncaring animal.  We have regressed  to mother nature as speculated in the novel "The Lord of the Flies."  Communism, if anyone cared to look, wants what is happening in America, and the major titans of the American way of life have been film directors, musicians, and other artists who understand what swings.  In the last few days it has been distilled in my mind like pure alcohol.  The determinant is and always has been, "Who can swing?"