So I wonder if it landed with such a thud because it was Too Soon?

Too on the nose?

Just fell into the sterile soil of an audience who has already had it Up To Here with me for mostly unrelated reasons?

In the spirit of authentic reflection I have to at least allow for the possibility that it simply wasn’t funny.

But … that’s not true. It was.

How do I know it was?

Same way I know that everyone in the government is a reptile from outer space.

This new philosophy is making me feel better about my world in so many ways.

This fresh way of thinking and feeling, it’s … in my interest, yeah, I guess you could say.

Now.

Toward reconciliation, toward racial justice, and toward the embrace of the common weal of every American heedless of Creed or Color or Status, plorable or utterly deplorable, in sickness and in health, here is a song for the expiation or attempted exorcism of our collective original sins.

***

And old Joe did and said as he would
Took all the shopping carts from the mall
And took ’em to Utah
which was Zionism

He built an empire out of the desert
Out of the dust and the sand, just like Las Vegas
But he never took the rap
that the mafia did

And he thought the Indians were some lost 13 dudes
But he didn’t treat ’em any better
And they were never
on his side

They drove their historic pickup trucks out into the desert
Into a ditch along the side of the road
And acted like they were drunk
all the time

— Camper Van Beethoven, “The History Of Utah“