Politics remains a worry. Gone are the days when I could poke fun at the tail-chasing ineffectiveness and occasional dangers of the Federal government, secure in the knowledge that it would all work out in the end, while keeping legislators, the Executive branch and a wide array of bureaucrats busy and out of worse trouble. Nope, they've managed to screw that up and now I watch 'em warily, waiting for them to find a new next shoe to drop. It turns out they have as many as a centipede, and the current crop of office-holders hurls them with heedless abandon.
I'm not impressed. All systems of government are bad, compromises we make to avoid the necessity of having to go to war with the next city over, or those awful people down the street, but some are a lot worse than others. Ours has been one of the least bad for a long time, and a good many people appeared to be trying to make it even less bad. A lot of them have given up; some of them (ahem, Republicans, mostly, though the Dems have still got a Senatorial Menendez to yeet) have decided they'd prefer it to be even more bad.
It's got me voting regularly -- voting against crummy candidates and incumbents, mostly, rather than for, but I'm certainly not going to pass up the opportunity to chime in when so many people are pushing for autocracy and the mailed fist.
With all this talk of waltzes and hard times, the Boswell Sisters offer something different, close harmony and a willingness to fiddle with tempo and key that reminds me our country -- our fellow citizens -- can manage chaos pretty well. Sometimes brilliantly. We may get through this yet.
See there? Some good things have come from Louisiana. It's not all Kingfishing.