Don’t start the revolution without me

You’ve probably noticed that every day, the media makes us painfully aware of the world’s sorry state. We’ve had a couple of wars, economic “downturns”, kids with bombs strapped to them and whatnot. Folks hanging the charred bodies of murdered civilians from bridges was the last straw—I’ve decided to stop watching the news for a while. Put my head in the sand, so to speak.

In the meantime, whenever the world, (i.e. America), has been in a funk for any length of time, we tend to start some sort of happy-happy musical/cultural revolution. I say it’s about damn time. Of course I hope it’s not disco again this time, but at this point I’ll take just about anything.

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother,

you’re stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',

and we’re stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.