Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it’s too late tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
When the demon that’s inside you is ready to begin
And it feels like it’s a battle that you will never win
When you’re aching for the fire and begging for your sin
When there’s nothing left inside, there’s still a reason to fight
“At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.”
Fred Reed is curmudgeonly libertarian, anti-military, and has some decidedly non-politically correct opinions. While I often do not agree with Fred, he can have startlingly sharp insights, and the guy can write.
This article covers his experience with severe eye injuries in Viet Nam, and near-total loss of vision. His sense of humor is inspiring, and I am heartened by his faith in ophthalmologic surgeons. Well worth the read.
Now, here’s the really neat part. Eye surgery is usually done under a local anesthetic. They pump you full of Valium or Demerol or some other kind of Buddha juice. In other words, you stay conscious and awake. This is done because general anesthesia carries certain risks, such as death, and if you wake up and start vomiting enthusiastically, which can happen, you can blow the new cornea out of the eye. (Or close enough that you really don’t want to do it.) I was opposed to both of these eventualities. Still being awake while your eye is being cut open is not as fun as a Grateful Dead concert. It does, however, involve as many drugs.
–At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it?– Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant, to step the Ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never!–All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest; with a Bonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years.
At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.
Abraham Lincoln–The Lyceum Address
Byron May–this one is hanging on my wall
This classic song was written by Robbie Robertson and recorded by The Band back in 1968. Here is a video of Robbie and musicians from around the world performing an amazing cover (including a drummer whom you should recognize).