Honoring The Police

I, for one, do think the Police are due much more recognition than currently shown. Their body of work as a whole has been vastly underappreciated, oftentimes innovative, and their words of insight mostly ignored. Today, I seek to rectify this tragedy. Or to put it another way: "De do do do, de da da da, is all I want to say to you."

We live in a tragic, inhuman world. We raise up our destroyers and crucify our saviors. Opportunists seize the situation to put themselves on top on a mound of self-aggrandizement referencing words reflecting their own evil. They slither among us both revered and reviled but we always stand snake-fascinated in the end. If someone points this out, simply pretend not to notice.

Poets, priests and politicians

Have words to thank for their positions

Words that scream for your submission

And no one's jamming their transmission

And when their eloquence escapes you

Their logic ties you up and rapes you

We look for false solutions outside of love. These solutions can be many things, both clever and thoughtful. Some are even mandated in chains, they are given such credence! Relentless, endless continual campaigns run nonstop to convince us of the righteousness of the latest proposals. These proposals helplessly beg for acceptance, hopelessly bound by their proposers need for love. That's all this really is: a mad scramble for love. If only it weren't so destructive.

There is no political solution

To our troubled evolution

Have no faith in constitution

There is no bloody revolution

When our illusions are shattered by the brutal costs of protecting them, we dig the hole deeper as we cover ourselves in self-praise. In crisis we declare our hearts have changed for the better. We spout empty platitudes as if they were the greatest of proclamations to finally turn the corner on our ills. Then, when no one is looking, we drop the façade and return to our wicked ways, triumphantly cackling on the success of our deception. But where does that get us in the end?

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day.
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way.
But my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone
Long before my time has tripped me, must I always be alone?

Oh, and speaking of police, five cops were shot dead here in Dallas. Just for the record, I had nothing to do with it. I read the shooter was maligned as someone who never grew up. Wouldn't it be beautiful if they made that a crime! Of course, how would we ever find the lawmakers who'd be willing to jail themselves? Lots of people are pointing fingers and assigning blame to various groups and people for this crime, however, I don't hear anyone blaming these guys as part of the cause: