Slouching towards a decision...

Regarding the current political chaos in Washington ... hell, around the world ... this poem comes to mind ...

The Second Coming 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming!
Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know 

That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

It was written by Irish poet William Butler Yeats in 1919, after the end of WW1 and just as England was about to send the Black and Tans into Ireland to reassert their dominance. Didn't work. Just caused more death and destruction. But that's the stupidity of the political class and those in power. No connection to reality, and no memory of the past.

What this has led me to is that my next project will probably be Simon's Murder, the new title of Misdemeanor. It had started to scare me, when I was working on it, before, so I backed away. It still does. But I'm ready to go as deep into it as I must. No squirming about making it real, because a lot of me is going into Simon ... a lot of my anger. I hope people are ready.

I hope I am.