(From the Archives, August 20, 2017)
I’ve gotta get it off my chest. Things are going to hell in a hand-basket.
Popular entertainments do not inspire.
There is no rigor in what used to be an intellectual argument.
Robots have replaced honest labor so people fiddle with their computers.
Elected leaders cannot lead, so young people join local and international mobs.
Feelings are now more important than thoughts, so everyone is upset with everyone else.
Local traditions fall away in the face of mass marketing.
International organizations are more powerful than nations.
Religions fail to inspire the transcendent in the people, so they seek prophets of the mundane and violent.
It becomes ever more difficult to find sufficient water for the people.
Our food is manufactured.
We are fouling our own nest.
And this Howl is all I can generate for a scheduled submission to my writing group.