We lost the Blues?

Those who follow me on Facebook (link) are familiar with my introduction, “My resistance to the madness of the moment is cast in satire and blues.” Today, I want to give shape to my feelings for the blues in this short article ‘ We lost the Blues’

Just to be clear, I am not a music expert; I am simply letting my feelings guide me, and I would love it if you shared yours with me.

The strength of the blues, in its resilience, is most likely why it resonates so well. The only Art that glimpses the American Dream. In reality, the nigger of those days is the Ph.D medical doctor of today. While the American dream turned into a nightmare, the spirit of the broken nigger, the art of blues, yet your savior in relived art and in the hospital, lives on. 

‘ I lay down my burden by the riverside, study war no more’. It is for me one of the most stunning expressions and true indeed, the nigger laid down the burden of proving to be a human, took a position, and succeeded. In 1964, finally, the nigger became an African American. How different from Zionists, embracing the burden and embracing the study of wars as no one else. The history of today tells the difference. The black race put itself to tasks, navigated wars, and stood proud. And the Zionists? While it’s doubtful to compare, no doubt the greatest crimes against humanity have been committed against both; the one who laid down the burden at the riverside seems to be in an advanced position, I am just saying.