the gates are all down
the signals are flashing
the whistle is screaming in vain
if you sit on the tracks
ignoring the facts
you can't blame the wreck on the train
An old song from my Sunday school days keeps popping into my mind as an ear worm.
This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through, my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Oh, Lord you know, I have no friend like you, if heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do. The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door and I can’t feel at home in the world anymore. (at least not in the US)
>>you can’t blame the wreck on the train
If that 54% was just sitting on the tracks drinking a beer and wondering what all the noise is, I wouldn’t care. I’m past the point where I will only laugh at their self-induced suffering.
But, they are sitting there building a derailer to knock the train off the tracks so they can go back to sitting. The other 46% of us are driving that train, shoveling coal into the firebox, blowing the whistle like crazy, and waving the lights. The crash is going to impact us a lot more than it impacts them.