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With nearly no exceptions, our leaders have betrayed us in 2020. Much of it was fueled by political divisiveness and power-lust “libido dominandi”, but superstition and fear have dominated, and dissenters have been decried as science-deniers or worse. It is sad. We have been taken advantage of. As a whole and individually, we have been abused.

Few officials have admitted any error or culpability. Few of us are willing to admit to our own gullibility.

We were naive. It hurts to admit it. It hurts to admit our own complicity. It reopens the wounds to acknowledge we were abused, but healing cannot begin while we are in denial.

Viruses have been with us always. Viruses will be with us beyond the life of any of us alive today, and we cannot fight them. Viruses will take too many of us. It is a sad fact. Mind your health and wash your hands. More is futile. Other efforts are worthless, self-aggrandizing virtue signaling, which merely afford us an illusion of control. We cannot control viruses. It is delusional to suppose otherwise. We are powerless before viruses, and we live in denial when we refuse to admit it.

We were abused. We should try to hold our leaders and the experts accountable.

We were abused. We should admit it and do our best to go back to a normal life attending our health wisely and without overwrought emotion and worry.

We must not tolerate coercion and house arrest. We must not tolerate edicts that do more harm than good. We must demand our normal, virtuous freedoms.

First, do no harm. That must be our touchstone and the foundation of any demand we dare make. Humility must rule our thinking.

The proven wisdom of a full century shows us plainly we erred in supposing we could control or fight a virus. We must not repeat the folly.

I posted a couple of Steve Taylor song’s lyrics a few days ago. He is one of the greats. His songs have gravitas. Some are light, some are silly, some are severe, and some are sarcastic, even severely so. Whether he was addressing a spiritual issue, politics, or common and practical matters, they all say important things. Good stuff!

With a near perfect blend of humor and seriousness with exceptional music driving the lyrics, this one makes a clear statement about the church that has rung a clear tone for decades now. It is at least as applicable today.

A youtube presentation here:
This Disco (Used To Be A Cute Cathedral)
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Sunday needs a pick-me-up?
Here’s your chance
Do you get tired of the same old square dance?

Allemande right now
All join hands
Do-si-do to the promised boogieland

Got no need for altar calls
Sold the altar for the mirror balls
Do you shuffle? Do you twist?
‘Cause with a hot hits playlist, now we say

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where we only play the stuff you’re wanting to hear

Mickey does the two-step
One, Two, Swing
All the little church mice doing their thing

Boppin’ in the belltower
Rumba to the right
Knock knock, who’s there? Get me out of this limelight

So, you want to defect?
Officer, what did you expect?
Got no rhythm, got no dough
He said, “Listen, Bozo, don’t you know”

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain’t gonna be chic

Sell your holy habitats
This ship’s been deserted by sinking rats
The exclusive place to go
It’s where the pious pogo, don’t you know

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where we only play the stuff you’re wanting to hear

This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain’t gonna be chic
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Envision if you will, yourself with family members next to you, another family across the studio, and Richard Dawson leans over and asks, “Dim lights, loud music, bright spotlights, colored lights synch’d with the music, and rotating special effects–where are you?” Your family is depending on you. You have to answer, and you say “CHURCH!” Your family members’ faces fall, the audience groans, Mr. Dawson reacts with veiled shock and unbelief, and he turns to the board and exclaims, “Survey says…” You don’t really expect to see that answer turn up do you? [Buzzer sounds!]

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