To be totally upfront and honest with you, I took that notion from the Broadway show of 1961 written by Bricusse and Newly…the title itself says it all.

The speed of the changes we are being subjected to these days is both mindboggling and dangerous to our physical and mental health. We can absorb just so much of anything before we start to react negatively…we become ”’sick and tired of this stuff and we cannot take it anymore!”’

One common reaction to all this is to bury one’s head in the sand in order to shut out all the noise…a choice I find too many Americans seem to be opting for. It is akin to sheep being led to slaughter.

Although they think they are now ‘protected’, safe and secure in their cocoon-state where messages do not and cannot get through (especially the FAKE news and outright lies), theirs is a false security at best. They actually lack the opportunity to discriminate what is the truth and determine what is wheat from what is chaff.

They won’t be able to separate valid OPINIONS from false prophets’ drivel, which they may accept as Gospel.

I find talking to ‘them’, the sheeplike folks (very often died-in-the-wool Democrats) is very much like talking to a brick wall…it’s probably best to just not even try. Most are much more than stubborn, they appear to have been ‘brainwashed’. So much for Plan 1.

Plan 2, Support YOUR side financially to see if they can do better…good luck with that.

They not only reject outright everything you say and they ‘hear’, they never seek out another OPINION in the first place. Is this too a TOTAL waste of time on your part?

Plans 3 and 4 and…are those actions you might take to at least feel like you ARE doing something, making a stab at it…giving it a shot.

You might even write a LETTER TO THE EDITOR??? Address it to some SQUAD members too.

And now for “Plan 9 From Outer-Space”, my go-to strategy; Turn on, tune, drop out like Tim Leary in 1966, or SOMETHING like that. Taken one step further: STOP THE WORLD and bail-out.

I intend to do exactly that while I still have 1/2 of a brain left upstairs….I reckon…but first I have to find my keys.

Richard Phillips

New Iberia