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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, notes the keeper’s observation that it is impossible to imagine what it is like when an artillery shell lands in your living quarters and kills members of your family. Likewise, even for the keeper’s fellow residents of Vista West, most of whom have recently experienced a traumatic change in their residential circumstances, it is impossible to really know what it is like to stuff your life into a piece of luggage or a plastic bag and take to the streets with the knowledge that you no longer have a home to return to.
It is, of course, impossible to comprehend that such unspeakable horrors are being imposed on millions of innocents at the behest of ONE power-hungry, narcissistic illusionist; and that it goes on day after day before an apparently helpless world.
Advanced methods of dispersing imagery of the bloody slaughter are not enough to convince distant observers that the human species has obviously reached an apex and is headed back down the big slope where ugly, spear-bearing bullies have their way in all matters.
The incredulity of such ugly verities, and the utter helplessness of doing anything about them, puts some perspective on such things as the Vietnamese priest burning himself to death in protest of the abject inhumanity of the war around him.
The keeper and his ilk are obviously not ready to go that route: it being as ineffective as jumping off a skyscraper to demonstrate the negative aspects of gravity as old age comes on.
So, like the rest of the world populace, the keeper’s vintage crowd will go about its business again today, knowing of the unbelievable Ukraine tragedy, but trying to think pleasant thoughts about the arrival of Spring.
