The Best Commentary I’ve Read Or Heard In Months …

By Keith Plunkett | January 30th, 2019 at 2:28 pm

BY: Keith Plunkett / Editor

Keith Plunkett is a Policy Consultant, Editor, Writer, Founder and Publisher of MississippiPEP.com. http://mississippipep.com/profilegrid_blogs/keith-plunkett/

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I read a lot of commentary and political opinion on top of plenty of public policy research. So much, in fact, that I often have to take a break of a week or two to get a little individual perspective. This is one of the best commentaries of our current civic dilemma I’ve seen in a long, long time.

And it’s a song.

From The Steel Woods here’s their song released on their new album a few days ago, ‘Old News’.

It’s good to be reminded that politicians and public policy analysts aren’t the only place, or even the best place, to get a little sorely-needed perspective.

The truth is important. But so is walking a mile in another man’s shoes.

Lyrics are below. Listen HERE:

You can hate all the others because they hate you
They hate the thought of you hating them too
We could scream it all out ’til we’re red, white, or blue
But I’d hate to think that thinking is old news, old news

We could cut in in half, throw rocks in the street
Let wild eyes laugh [but?] some disagree
We could burn it all down on our grandpa’s TV
Or quit pointin’ fingers and roll up our sleeves
And pray for Miss Liberty and the crack in her belt
There’s a tear in her eye but her arm hasn’t fell
Yet the weight of that torch, it depends on the
The book that we write and the stories we’ll tell

‘Cause I’d hate to think that I’d hate you
And I hate the thought of you hating me too
So let’s hash it all out ’til we’re red, white, and blue
‘Cause I’d hate to think that thinking is old news, old news

So let’s sing for Miss Liberty and the crack in her belt
There’s a tear in her eye but her arm hasn’t fell
Yet the weight of that torch comes with blood that’s been spilled
A book of blank pages waiting to be filled

With how I’d hate to think that you think I hate you
And I hate the thought of you hating me too
So let’s hash it all out ’til we’re red, white, and blue
‘Cause I’d hate to think that thinking is old news

Is old news
Old news