October 19, 2017

Creation 01

I’m reading an excellent book I happened upon at Boswell’s Books in Shelburne Falls (great bookstore BTW). It’s title is God is Red, which I found intriguing. Long story short: the author, Vine Deloris Jr., explores the divide between native American religious ideas and those of Western European Christianity. The excerpt quoted below is from the chapter, The Problem of Creation, which examines how native American and Western European attitudes about nature lead to certain outcomes. Deloria makes a case that the western Christian view of Man over nature, Man apart, Man at war with nature, is integrally bound up with a theology that pits man against nature from the very beginning (from the Bible’s Genesis). He shows how Man’s fall (into nature) is woven into a theology of salvation and fundamentally necessary to it. This brought many things into focus for me. It helps explain (especially) American capitalism’s virtually complete self-destructive disregard for the damage it does to the ecosystem of which we are integral. Underneath it all is a centuries old, deep-seated doctrinaire religious myth.

“We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as “wild.” Only to the white man was nature a “wilderness” and only to him was the land “infested” with “wild” animals and “savage” people.. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.. Not until the hairy man from the east came and with brutal frenzy heaped injustices upon us and the families that we loved was it “wild” for us.. When the very animals of the forest began fleeing from his approach, then it was that for us the “Wild West” began.”
…………………………………………………………………………… —Chief Luther Standing Bear

Jim Culleny, 10/19/17

God is Red: here, herehere


Pied Beauty

September 1, 2017


The other day I again read “Pied Beauty” a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins which, despite its period, speaks to America’s present national moment of racial angst.

This is it:

“Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. 

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; a-dazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.”

To parse that poem for what it may mean to us, but to avoid a 21st century hate-fueled American “discussion”, we should set aside the divine patriarchal reference of its last line as well as its opener either of which might draw us into a fruitless religious debate. Regardless of who or whatever brought this world into being, what the poem clearly suggests is: beauty is intimately entangled with diversity. If you believe in God, he suggests, the world’s diversity is integral with its beauty. If you don’t nothing’s changed, it still is.

In his poem Gerard Manley has said a manly thing.  It’s manly to stare truth in the face and say, I see it! It is! It’s also womanly. It’s even gender-neutral, any of which should not scare off gun-brandishing-swastika-waving white supremacists —nor presidents for that matter. It’s cowardly on the other hand to lie in the face of truth. But, in this American moment such cowardice seems to be the apogee of careers, especially in high places.

But I digress.

In Pied Beauty Hopkins calls out diversity in colors and species —beautiful! he says. Brindled cows, stippled trout; landscapes of every configuration —beautiful! he says. Human trades countless as invention itself, all one with the world’s beauty!

And who would deny that if the world were colorless, if species were indistinguishable, if landscapes were featureless and predictable as fake firings on reality TV, if trades where such that we all spent eight hours a day or more at identical tasks —if all were as homogenized as milk ugliness would reign supreme and dreariness would be a kind of hell —though in our ego-drive to desiccate the planet and destroy its diversity this, sooner rather than later, may actually come to pass.

But I digress.

God (or not) in His (or Her’s or Other’s) wisdom has laid out for every being on the planet a smorgasbord of diverse beauty and has given only to humans the power to wreck it, yet, in the main, we remain clueless of our destructive potential and what it even means to be truly, beautifully human.

What I like most about Pied Beauty (in light of the sudden public eruptions of festering discord due to our differences) is what it says in its last stanza, how it embraces the “counter, original, spare, strange” how it wraps them in the arms of beauty. What it implies about American pluralism is that the range of our ethnicites, our skin tones, facial variations, sexual identities preferences and differences, our religious beliefs and that which runs counter —that which we may find strange, fickle, freckled… all are expressions of beauty; in fact, as Hopkins believes, of God’s beauty; because, as our myriad religious doctrines insist and as any open mind can see, God (or whatever unknown) has brought forth this diverse beauty. 

However, if you believe God did not, you may have a valid but bigoted leg to stand on. In which case you may howl ignorant hate at the moon until bronze monuments collapse of their own historical weight and no one could call you hypocrite; just please do not run through streets waving or quoting Bibles or Korans, or any other religious scriptures for that matter. Your supremacy and superiority would then be only in hypocrisy and ugliness …and in making grotesque electoral choices.

But I digress.

Jim Culleny

Change of State

April 30, 2017


Ten years ago I wrote a poem of an afternoon spent burning brush. At its center was a metaphor of tending a change of state; of an afternoon witnessing the moment solids become gas; the point at which enough heat is attained to transform limbs into flames which dissipate in air, slowly first until: Poof! Nada.

FYI: here’s the poem “Much Occurred”:

………. Yesterday I burned some brush
……………….. took all day
……………….. dragging piles I’d cut
……………….. during two previous weekends
………. What a workout
……………….. ticker tickin like crazy
……………….. head in a straw fedora outwitting melanoma
……………….. generating smoke, much occurred

Witnessing the events of the past year, especially here at home, I think a similar thing is happening now, not only in our politics but in the general state of our intellects, morals and ideals: personal and national.

Nationally at least, much occurs as we generate smoke morphing from something solid into stuff as amorphous as gas. In the brush pile we’ve been building we’ve heaped things like thoughtfulness, generosity, caring, ideals of justice and fairness, intellectual curiosity, adherence to principles, egalitarianism, genuine spirituality, community, tolerance, acceptance, truth, love and so much more of what makes us more than beasts (although even the animals we call beasts, hold some of these things more dear than we do).

We’ve been dragging the stuff we’ve cut over the previous thirty or forty years, building critical political mass until, with the last election, we struck our match and relegated truth and fact to that which may be politically burned. Raising ignorance to official status we’ve watched truth go up in smoke as we’ve danced around the bonfire of 1200 Pennsylvania Avenue (or gold-gilded Mar-a-Lago) as if such combustion was not only normal, but good.

Every day we’re pounded by some new assault on the value of truth which is the foundation of enlightened governments and nations. The attack has been so intense and relentless many of us go around scratching our heads as we sift through new junk in our effort to find the thread of truth that’ll make sense of things. Without that compulsion to get at the facts of the matter democracy doesn’t matter. Without truly informed people democracy’s a flaccid joke.

Politicians will always wield lies. That’s not news. Like a mechanic’s wrench and a carpenter’s level, everybody loves their tool. But yesterday getting caught utilizing a lie had some consequence. Today it gets you the presidency and an opportunity to run your businesses from the White House with all its high-value contacts and leverage.

As David Brooks said in a recent NYT column, “While running for office, Donald Trump violated every norm of statesmanship built up over these many centuries, and it turned out many people didn’t notice or didn’t care.”

The stream of fabrications and contradictions spun from the lips of Trump and his enablers are many and insistently beyond belief, but he seems to have tapped the mother lode of our reptilian brain which, unlike the sweet juice of sugar maples oozes fear and loathing and has over-ridden in many of us the essential love of honesty. The national disaster is that Trump is so good at it.

So, we may be undergoing a change of “state” in more than one sense of the word. We may be well into the process of burning bridges at both ends stuck center span peering into a chasm. The longer we tolerate the empty essence of Trump the closer we come to existential collapse.

Is this all over the top? I don’t think so —at least no more so than the trump-headed Republican truth-mincing apparatus.

In a recent issue of The New Yorker editor David Remnick quite accurately called out the danger implicit in the rhetoric and behavior of Donald Trump and his truth-starngling renegades.

Remnick said, “The clownish veneer of Trumpism conceals its true danger. Trump’s way of lying is not a joke; it is a strategy, a way of clouding our capacity to think, to live in a realm of truth.”

When Trump began his campaign of deceit, half-truths, obfuscations, deflections, destractions, smoke screens, and rhetorical shell games (all delivered in a blatantly hyperbolic, buffoonish way) I, like many, thought of him as a clown —and still do. The difference now is I see he’s a clown closer to the jealously demented clown of the opera Pagliacci or John Leguizamo’s Violator in the movie, Spawn.

Clowns can be terrifying especially if given the elbow room to be catastrophic. With the right director, someone like the president’s buddies Steve Bannon or Vlad Putin, fantasy cinema can be transformed into cinema verite and wreak real havoc.

This presidency’s unfunnyness (again characterized by Remnick), “… has become the demoralizing daily obsession of anyone concerned with global security, [with] the vitality of the natural world, the national health, constitutionalism, civil rights, criminal justice, a free press, science, public education, and the distinction between fact and its opposite.”

This is the change of state we’re on the brink of, one in which we’re held in normalized suspension between truth and fiction when no one knows who or what to believe so that, in the end, no one believes anything or anyone. I’d call this state chaos in which nothing you’ve counted one works—not your retirement funds, SS, banking, food distribution systems, courts, legislatures and ultimately, not your government; the entity by which we pool resources to protect and regulate what may or may not be done in civilized society, one that relies on the belief in the veracity of institutions to maintain civility.

But that’s not the state of Trump’s world. Trump’s world is that of Bob Dylan’s Everything is Broken:

Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Jim Culleny

Critical Mass

March 27, 2017

critical mass
Just read an article a few minutes ago that featured a few quotes by a sadly duped man who I am asked to sympathize with, and I do. I grew up in a huge family supported by the single pay-check of a struggling blue-collar father. When I look back I don’t know how he did it, so I get it. The man in the article is in pain and does not understand how or why he got to be there. He’s a guy who’s now struggling so hard due exactly to people like Donald Trump, his momentary messiah. That lack of understanding leads to off-the-wall utterances:

“It was the first afternoon of spring. Cassidy, an unemployed former construction worker, was smoking outside a bar on one of the faded downtown streets of Newark, a city of 48,000 people about 45 minutes east of Columbus. When a buddy rolled up on a bicycle, they soon got to talking about their chronic pain.”

“James Cassidy didn’t need the director of the FBI to tell him Barack Obama never wiretapped Donald Trump at Trump Tower. Cassidy knew from the start that Trump made the whole thing up.

“He was happy the president lied.

“He’s ruffling every feather in Washington that he can ruffle. These guys are scrambling. So: yeah! I like it. I think it’s a good thing. I want to see them jump around a little bit,” Cassidy, 58, said on Tuesday.”

Such misinformed and/or misguided men and women (and in this category I include Trump and his entire retinue) ought to read up a little on “critical mass” to jog their historical memories. They’re not all stupid after all, but lust for power has been known to eclipse IQ.

crit•i•cal mass; noun:
1. PHYSICS: the minimum amount of fissile material needed to maintain a nuclear chain reaction.

Just as plutonium atoms “jump around a bit” and morph into nuclear bombs that wipe out even stuff that might want keeping (even the good stuff), so do political systems. It’s important to understand this fact if one hopes to have at least controlled demolition. I’m not opposed to transforming government but we should not live under the delusion that “repealing” government and replacing it later is a good idea. A lot can happen in interims.

Trump is an id-driven id-iot who doesn’t care what the f**k happens as long as he has a gold-plated bunker to retire to. But he doesn’t understand that all bets are off after critical mass is reached: banking systems fold, money doesn’t mean as much (or anything), health systems collapse, glass towers shatter, silk suits and red ties are hard to get, bizarre coiffures aren’t as easy to maintain, orange skin-tone products disappear from shelves, …people all of a sudden just don’t have all those government rules that help hold societies together, people get really ugly, some storm Bastilles, much topples… the price of guillotine stock may rise though.

Then what, Mr. I-Was-Happy-The-President-Lied-I-Want-To-See-Them-Jump-Around-A-Bit?!

—sorry, sad man …men.

Jim Culleny

camel and needle

I have a small subscription list of friends and acquaintances to whom I’ve been emailing poetrydaily for maybe ten years. I mix it up: some poems are mine and some are those I come across which strike me in ways that compel me to share them. They range from classic works to modern pieces in various modes and styles. This morning I posted this:

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes

This is a haiku by Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828) translated by American poet RobertHaas. It struck me that these three lines correspond to something I recalled from the NewTestament, from the Gospel of Matthew to be exact. Matthew has Jesus making this remark:

“…the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.” —Matthew 7:13-14

Googling a bit I found that most Christian interpreters consider this an insight relating to salvation in a traditional Christian sense, but scriptural interpreters have been known to have axes to grind and have surely spun verses to grind them well. As a result many words have been put into the mouths of religious figures that they probably never dreamed of thinking, much less saying. But I think both of these verses speak to the same authentic truth, namely that being a genuinely good and honorable person in this world is not an easy thing.

The forces operating against goodness have always been fierce and mighty, this is nothing new. Pushback is not an idea that suddenly popped up in 21st century news cycles. In fact, centuries of religious teachings might be thought of as moral pushback systems and the figures at their center, each in their own way, sometimes cramped by prejudices of their own cultures, have struggled and taught against greed, ignorance, fear, xenophobia, misogyny, religious intolerance, hate, you name it, by appealing to us to consider truth.

So in Issa’s haiku we have a Buddhist whose tradition teaches ahimsa (no harm) murdering mosquitoes. It’s hard not to harm in the middle of a biting swarm. Few could do it. Squeezing through the good gate is as hard as getting a camel through the eye of a needle. In the past these ideas meant something. They meant so much that religious traditions grew around the teachings of especially insightful and compassionate humans who bucked human nature. But today we follow different drummers who speak in the tongues of men without an ounce of compassion and sound like clanging cymbals in irrational tweets at 3 a.m. —men and women who throw themselves into the worst swamps of human nature without shame then twist and torture the meaning of words, of ideas, of truths into grotesque caricatures of the good.

In the United States we’ve come to a place where we’ve elevated such men and women to power to an extent we’ve never done before. Men and women who treat truths as if they were lies and speak lies with the moral ease of Russian oligarchs using their people as door mats at the thresholds of their mansions. We have a president who’s in the process of creating such moral confusion through tweets and counter tweets, through wild charges and immediate contradictions, through the use of calculated, serial sprays of doubletalk from the mouths of press secretaries and surrogates that he is accomplishing what the Soviet Union could not do in its 70 years of existence, which is to bury us.

An immediate example of what we’re doing to ourselves is wrapped in the person of Paul Ryan, Speaker of the House of Representatives —an ironic title if there ever was one. A speaker who’s been pushing a bill that, according to the Congressional Budget Office, will do exactly what he claims it will not do. It will strip 24 million Americans of their health insurance. It will cost especially older people more. It will treat the poor as pathetic chumps. And it will do this in the name of Ryan’s ideology. It will do this in the name of Ryan’s primary constituency: the rich. And, as if to rub salt into wounds, it will do this to the sights and sounds of Ryan’s obvious glee in having pulled off something Republicans have been salivating over for decades: not so much to kill so-called entitlements for the poor and middleclass but to transfer them to the wealthy by means of the tax breaks for elites that will finance the Republican health “care” bill.

To make things even more insulting, Ryan doesn’t even seem to know what the basic idea of insurance is yet there he is stating the obvious as if it were some dark, secret evil. He says the “fatal conceit” in Obama-care is that it has the healthy paying for the care of the sick.

Ryan on Obama’s ACA: “… young and healthy people are going to go into the market and pay for the older, sicker people.’ So the young healthy person is going to be made to buy health care, and they’re going to pay for the person, you know, who gets breast cancer in her 40s. Or who gets heart disease in his 50s.”

You want to say, What! were you born yesterday? The insurance industry is built upon exactly that. Every form of insurance since the idea was first conceived is a statistical system built upon odds. Every insurance system counts on making its profits from those who pay premiums but never collect.

After the CBO’s report was issued Ryan of course claimed it said exactly what it did not say. But, though Paul Ryan may be a fool, he’s no dope. He knows exactly what he’s doing and so is a pathetic example of how narrow they way is that leads to life (and truth), and of how Paul may sit contentedly at mass in his Sunday suit praying to his God while grinning and swatting, killing poor mosquitoes.


Jim Culleny

bernie-health-insuranceSeveral weeks ago a tragedy occurred in a small town in western Massachusetts that should resonate with us all. A 63 year-old veteran took his own life in a public way. For some time Daniel Dowd had for weeks been seeking treatment at a detox center in Franklin County and was not accepted. He finally lost hope and gave up in a way which may focus attention upon our health care insurance system and how it drives some to despair. He shot himself in that center.

According to reports Dowd’s core complaint focused on the center’s apparent inability or, in his mind, unwillingness to take him into its detoxification program. The reasons for this may be various but one is certainly the current state and influence of the nation’s health insurance industry, an industry that is mistakenly but intentionally referred to as a Health “Care” Industry by those who support it. But health insurance is not health care.

Many, of course, object to this characterization and the suggestion that our nation’s insurance “system” (systems are usually systematic, not erratic) may have had a central part in the death of Dan Dowd. Some blame the detox center itself or those employed there, but whether there were mistakes made by the center or not I think a valid argument can be made that the largest factor by far are the effects of our health insurance laws. The detox center itself is hamstrung by the limiting factors of the laws it works within.

As a matter of fact, the statistical content of one article suggests the significant role the insurance system played here. Of its 1393 words of reportage explaining the basic questions posed by the incident 48% had to do with insurance.

For instance, we learn that centers such as the one in Greenfield may not be supported by state funds or Medicaid but rely instead on private funding which may be unreliable and unpredictable at best. With a universal, single payer health care system this would not be at issue.

Much of what the event of Dan Dowd’s death reveals speaks to the hodge-podge nature of the insurance system that exists now: one riddled with inherent obstacles to good reliable care because it is set up to reap profit not good health outcomes. In this specific case one person close to the center observed “We try to contract with every insurance provider out there, Some of them just won’t pay for detox services.”While another stated that “having zero insurance is better than having the wrong insurance … once you have (insufficient) insurance, you can’t pretend to have zero insurance. That’s fraud.”

Profit, not care, is at the center of our system. In it care is reliably doled out only to those who are insured and insured well: those with sufficient resources to pay and increase the bottom lines of middle-men: our insurance corporations —the industry that stands between men like Dan Dowd and his doctors or other care-givers.

As is made clear by Dowd’s case most of the Recovery Center’s patients arrange admission by telephone, so when they need care insurance issues have been resolved. But life is often not as orderly as that spelled out in insurance system protocols. If someone needs help during a detox center’s off hours, a center erratically funded, one not universally backed by the society it operates within that person may be temporarily admitted and treated but summarily ditched and shunted to somewhere that will take his insurance and continue care. And if there is no such place what then? Tough luck, this is the land of profiteers not care.  

Again, these problems would be gone with single payer.

Finally, there are the contradictory demands and circumstances our present system places upon hospitals, the ERs of which are obligated to provide care with or without insurance, often losing thousands of dollars in uncompensated care (and driving up health insurance costs for others).

But at the center of this tragedy is a simple truth —an almost simplistic one— that cannot seem to make its way into the hearts of minds of those in government who are supposed to represent the people but who, as cases like Dan Dowd’s show, represent instead the insurance industry. This simple truth was eloquently and simply stated by Sheriff Christopher Donelan, another (detox) task force co-founder.  Donelan said he hopes to work with the task force to push state officials in Boston to consider changing rules. “Let’s focus on the crisis first and the insurance second,” he said.

This, certainly, is exactly right. But immediately following that particular goal should be a national non-ideological, non-insurance industry driven commitment to create a health care system in line with the established and successful systems of most developed countries.

In this light, what the ACA tried to do was to insure as many Americans as possible despite the political morass created by (largely) Republican obeisance to the insurance industry. It put in place what it could against the political obstacles it faced, and went a long way in doing that successfully. Whatever its flaws, they are significantly the effects of barriers put up by lobbyists of insurance corporations made effective by Republican (and insurance industry cowed Democrat) intentions to make the ACA as flawed as possible. The resulting insurance cob-job we’re stuck with, this profit-driven system, is about life and death for millions and fortunes for others and, arguably, has more to do with Dan Dowd’s frustration and loss of hope than the consequent actions of the detox center.

Jim Culleny

Post-Truth Nation

December 20, 2016


This is the fundamental danger of Donald Trump: he’s set himself on a path of normalizing chaos. Trump’s success is a tale of façade. Everything we know of him is superficial —as lies in fact are superficial. Falsehood’s erected like a stage set backed and supported by temporary bracing. It’s meant to look true for cameras, not to house veracity (and DT does love cameras). Facts however are fundamental. Truth is fundamental, and being unsure of what the facts are does not make them less factual. Not knowing what the facts are is actually a definition of ignorance.

But let’s be clear, DT is not the first political liar. Lies are systemic in politics, how else could you come to represent a population as varied, erratic and self-interested as humans? There’s never a perfect consensus in policy solutions or even the reality of existing conditions. Ideas and opinions form a gamut. They run up and down scales like broken chords —like discordant arpeggios. They exist in all categories of human philosophy and politics. So, politicians have for centuries crafted careful lies as an expedient means to ends: as tools on paths to power to maintain temporary accord and avoid chaos. Hardly anyone likes or benefits from chaos. Constitutions are written and ratified to avoid chaos. Constitutional law (flawed as it may be) exists to avoid chaos, but law must be founded in fact. The normalization of mendacity and ignorance is a first step on the stampede to chaos.

But, regarding lies, the difference between where we were before the DT campaign and where we are now is that DT has taken us a long way toward normalizing factlessness and fabrication. Before, there was a general sense that lies were unacceptable and that if caught in a lie some consequence ensued. But DT has proven that lying or fabricating to the brink of The Big Lie (and perhaps beyond) are acceptable tactics and might even be admirable, not only in politics but in one’s personal life as well. He’s convinced a justifiably angry constituency that his lies are not lies and has publicly encouraged his supporters to spread them.

In a recent article political theorist Jacob Levy wrote“…often a leader with authoritarian tendencies will lie in order to make others repeat his lie both as a way to demonstrate and strengthen power over them. Is there anyone who doubts DT is an authoritarian? DT is a full page ad for authoritarianism. And does DT revel in displaying his power —naysayers please raise hands  …not many honest takers?   

Levy continues, “Saying something obviously untrue, and making your subordinates repeat it with a straight face in their own voice, is a particularly startling display of power over them. It’s something that was endemic to totalitarianism.”

In fact the danger of DT is how he’s laid the groundwork for disorientation and, eventually, chaos. As philosopher Hannah Arendt commented (referring to the events of the Second World War), “The result of a consistent and total substitution of lies for factual truth is not that the lie will now be accepted as truth, and truth be defamed as a lie, but that the sense by which we take our bearings in the real world is being destroyed.”

And this is where I part ways with those who want to gloss over the character of the man who will (incredibly) be president, who would avert ears to the content of a campaign full of pretty much nothing but BS, nonsense, blatant lies and calls to arms —at times almost literally. I part ways with them on the basis of DT’s demonstrated character —by what’s come from DT’s own mouth and from his deeds: from the evidence of those he’s stiffed as standard business practice, to those he’s sued into submission because he could, to those he’s groped and mocked, etc. A man’s character is not transformed by the outcome of an election.

There was a “Madman Theory” applied to Richard Nixon during the Vietnam war which suggested that if the president “…appeared to be crazy enough to use nuclear weapons … North Vietnam and the Soviet Union might back down.”Dana Milbank,Washington Post. Well, we’ve seen how that worked out; nearly 59,000 American dead, not to mention countless Vietnamese.

Milbank continues, “But in Trump’s application of the Madman Theory there seems to be less theory than madman. There may be advantages to keeping foes and opponents off guard, but Trump is baffling friends and allies, too. In foreign affairs, unpredictability spooks allies and spreads instability. And unpredictable policy at home has long been seen as toxic for business.” —and, I’d add, national sanity.

For those expecting a different DT than we’ve seen in his campaign and throughout his life, you’ve jumped aboard the chaos wagon. What we’ve seen is who we’ve got, and we can realistically expect that a man who’s gained power by strangling truth to legitimize lies, will not shrink from using lies and tweeted distractions to disorient the nation to the point of intellectual confusion and moral chaos while president. It would not be against his thoughtless nature to initiate mayhem with a nuclear tweet in a moment of pique.

I’d like nothing more than for this to turn out an entirely discredited fear, but there’s too much evidence on the ground (and growing) to dispel it. It’s in the wind, it’s taken root.

by Jim Culleny