Spin Cycle

I don't know how to have a conversation. On current events or stuff of serious matters. Recently, it seemed that history got a jolt. Russia invaded Georgia. Then broke a promised truce or other form of good intention. That paved the way to hell.

And then the world went right on spinning.

Months before Putin's plan was set in motion, Zimbabwe had an election. Or two. Fair or not, it didn't matter. Mugabe turned the tables 'round. Tsvangirai was sent a-packing. As Mbeki tried to work things out: "Bobby, you be president and Mo, the prime minister is you." An absurd dynamic duo. Bobby and Mo. What's even more, Mbeki, you dreamer, you're trying to fix a country where a loaf of bread costs Z$120. And that was before Zimbabwe broke the record for inflation. 11200000 today.

The world's spinning along, tumbling.

Then China hosts the big event. Fireworks and drummers--what's this??? Let the games begin at the beginning. Michael Phelps had staked his claim in water and earned the Speedo crown. Bolt bolted to the finish line, and never mind that Leryn Franco couldn't throw. Boy, did she put on a show! Bravo to you and all Olympians. Eyes held firmly on the gold. Stop looking for the freedom, sorely lacking in Tibet! And by the way, those gymnasts... they aren't sixteen, I bet.

The world keeps on spinning. As it must and as it may.

And what is up with these elections? One too young and one too old. One is black (or almost there), and the other so white? (he's gray!) And pundits sit and bandy like vultures to the prey. A feast like this they haven't had. Delectable, enticing--tasty bits of morsels. Of polls, and gaffes all day.

How could I have this conversation. Of matters extra-large. When not too long ago the same things happened. Ask Poland, Cuba, Vietnam, Japan.

And the world just keeps on spinning. Agitating in the wash.