And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place...
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right,
Here I am stuck in the middle with you.
Child of the 70's that I am, this was the oddly disconcerting melody that kept coming into my brain as I tried to sort out my feelings at the news of the death of Osama bin Laden.
On the one hand, with Americans and lovers of peace all over the world, I rejoiced at the demise of this generation's most visible terrorist. I have wept, grieved, fussed and fumed over the tragedy that was 9/11 and our country's seeming inability to bring the perpetrators to justice. Osama taunted, the world listened, and we felt impotent.
That ain't good.
So the news, when it came, opened a floodgate of raw emotion that has understandably erupted in everything from wild celebration to a little terrorist-baiting of our own. Suddenly, it seems as if the US is superior once again -- right and might are on the same side for once. The skinny Arab rich boy can hide no longer. He's dead (and evidently, according to multiple Facebook postings I have seen, sharing a warm spot in hell with Adolf Hitler.)
Cue the funky chords from Stealers Wheel:
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right...
A post from a good friend of mine said it pretty well --(thank you, Janet)
Tryin' to make some since of it all,
But I can see it makes no sense at all...
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right,
Here I am stuck in the middle with you. (words by Gerry Rafferty and Joe Egan)
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