As the trucker convoy carries on, the first stanza of Yeats' The Second Coming seems more pertinent than ever:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The last two lines are particularly relevant as one considers the seeming impotence of the police and listens to trucker Jim as he pontificates into the ether.
H/t Renny RonsonAnd who said the arts are irrelevant in today's world?
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