Crashing by Design, (i.e. how I feel this morning)

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So I'm sitting here with the playlist ringing out through my headphones, struggling to re-edit a TCP/IP e-learning course that an instructor has recently worked on, and having focus problems because I'm tired (*especially tired of TCP/IP course edits), and I ran across this old nugget, Crashing by Design by Pete Townsend from the White City album.

So I start listening and thinking about all the recent anger at DU, the California recall, the upcoming primaries, the vitriol launched from one candidate's supporter to another, to Roy Moore and the lunacy over the 10 Commandments monument, the Texas Legislature gerrymandering fiasco, the UN explosion in Baghdad, the guys penned up like dogs at Gitmo, the Idiot prince unable to postpone his freakin golf game and face reporters like any SANE president would do under similar circumstances, personal money problems, federal money problems, the blackout...

You know, all that regular positive stuff in the news.

And it hits me, maybe we're crashing by design.

Crashing by Design
Pete Townshend / White City - A Novel

Nothing must pass this line
Unless it is well defined
You just have to be resigned
You're crashing by design

You once believed that crazy accidents
Were happening to you
You were chasing a capricious wind
Whenever bad luck and trouble
Happened to pursue you
The dice would surely save your skin
But when you look back you must realize
That nothing in your life's divine
Everything that's ever befallen you
Happened simply 'cause it crossed your mind
You're crashing by design

In your single-roomed flat in a courtyard building
You sit alone just like a broken toy
Where's your mother, where's your lover
And where are the children
Are you a man or still a boy?
Who left you behind, or did you run
From the crush of so many options?
Now you know the special despair of the man
Discussed, debated and offered for adoption

Another man without a woman
Dropped like a tool no longer required
A man who longs for the stifling
Milk flowered bosom, a fool
Who's no longer desired

Another man without a woman
Too many rages have cost you this time
Another man among a hundred children
You're just a child who is lost in time

Nothing can pass this line
Unless it is well defined
You'll just have to be resigned
You're crashing by design

on edit: added an "h"