1.13.2021 – back at the point of

back at the point of
making shoes for dead people
who no longer walk

For the first time I am quoting my own haiku.

Back when I had just stared posting haiku but not writing anything else I posted this haiku.

I always liked it so I repurposed it for today.

It comes from a line in the book, SHORT-TIMERS by Gustav Hasford.

The movie, Full Metal Jacket, is based on this book.

I watch the news and the faces change and the voices change but the story and words stay the same.

And nothing happens.

Guess I am just old fashioned or just old but I would have thought, regardless of why you were there or who told you to go there, rampaging through the United States Capital would get your butt hauled away in a paddy wagon.

Silly me but I thought the same thing about carrying a loaded machine gun into the State Capital Building in Lansing, Michigan would land you in jail at least over night.

I myself was once told by a Detroit Cop outside Joe Louis Arena that if I bought 3 Red Wing hockey tickets some feller was offering to me AT FACE VALUE (he had three friends who didn’t show up), I would spend the night in city lockup.

I had exams the next day so we didn’t buy the tickets.

Well at least not in front of that cop we didn’t.

We went around the corner of the Joe.

I am sure you want to ask what I was doing at a Red Wings game the night before exams,

See, my Dad always said that as far as the night before exams went, if you didn’t know by then, you’ll never know it.

So when my roommate proposed going into Detroit and catching a hockey game, it was an easy decision.

What was funny about the night seeing as how that cop wanted to stop this small effort at supply and demand was that the game was against the old Quebec Nordiques.

At the time they were famous for having the Šťastný Brothers.

Three brothers, Marián, Peter and Anton who had escaped from Czechoslovakia.

Three french Canadian guys from Windsor sat behind us and yelled, “You G**D*MN COMMUNIST B*STARDS,” at them through the entire game. (Sorry got complaints about cuss words)

I used the phrase later at a Michigan Basketball game.

At the time I had been at Michigan long enough that my student seats were in the 2nd row.

I yelled at the ref.

He heard me.

Stared right at me.

Then shook his head and went back to the game.

Thinking no doubt the things folks yell in Ann Arbor.

But the night in Detroit, I didn’t go to jail.

I did enjoy the game.

I think I passed the exam.

But I digress.

Seems like the punishment for breaking into the building would be a bigger personal risk than buying hockey tickets.

And I admit, I WANT to see them punished.

I watch the video and hope that this time the police will start using their riot sticks.

And I feel very frustrated that so little is happening.

That nothing seems to change with this story.

Lots of words.

Lots of calls for action.

Nothing happens.

When is it that this has all gone too far?

I AM JUST SO T I R E D of it all.

Making shoes for dead people
who no longer walk

In my reading today, I came to these verses in the Bible.

From the Book of Psalms.

Psalms 74, verses 5 and 6.

They behaved like men wielding axes
to cut through a thicket of trees.
They smashed all the carved paneling
with their axes and hatchets.

The Psalmist closes with a call to God:

Do not ignore the clamor of your adversaries,
the uproar of your enemies, which rises continually.

Sorry to say though it was the first verse that saddened me the most.

O God, why have you rejected us forever?

Not that I feel God has rejected us.

Not that I feel God has rejected us forever.

But that I know why.

As Thomas Jefferson said and as I have quoted here often, “Indeed I tremble for my country when reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep for ever.”

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