The End Of History

A few years ago, a pack of morons who shall remain nameless remarked that we’d come to “the end of history.” Since we’re gettin’ history, full-bore and in spades every day, I think that remark and all the people who seized on it need to be ridiculed as the myopic narcissists they were, and are. BTW, electing people that claim that problems stop because they’re in charge is unwise. I indulge my children by closing the closet door at bedtime because they’re afraid a monster might be in there looking at them. If there really was a monster in there, I wouldn’t tell them to go to sleep and close the door anyway. There’s no monster scarier than Dad.

Sam Cooke has one of the loveliest voices in the history of lovely voices. It was fun to hear it lilt over that compendium of things. I’ve been around for a while. These people are not my contemporaries, but none of them are obscure to me, either. What a rollicking half-century it’s been, chock-a-block full of history, really. Did you know everybody in there? They made some history for themselves, instead of stickin’ their fingers in their ears and going lalalalalala…. Try it, it’s fun. The history, I mean.