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August 5, 2020 Lenin, Lennon and Lebanon
"There are decades where nothing happens and there are weeks where decades happen," Lenin supposedly said.
Criminals crave chaos.
Yesterday, an explosion tore through the main port of Beirut, Lebanon, killing over a hundred and wounding thousands.  Apparently it was caused by a significant amount of ammonium nitrate illegally left in a storage facility by some unidentified Russian ship.  Now, many in the country are openly calling for revolt.
Coronavirus, now taking hold in the region, has only killed approximately 70 people in Lebanon to date.  It's killed over 160,000 in the United States to the same date.  To be sure, the Russian-caused explosion impacted more people there than the virus; it's notable though that the factor of difference is 1,600 before Lebanon's populace demands revolution.
John Lennon, a central, driving member of 60s British boy-band, the Beatles, was apparently a fairly terrible human-being.
He's well remembered for writing the pop-rock, revolutionary song "Imagine" in which the vocalist describes a world where man loves his brother and works towards a stable and peaceful human solidarity, emphasizing the collaborative and cooperative nature of humanity. 
Mark David Chapman, an unquestionably unstable young man, shot and killed John Lennon on December 8, 1980 outside Lennon's exclusive, upscale Manhattan Penthouse in the renowned Dakota Building in New York City.
Chapman's contrived complaint was that Lennon described a non-materialistic future, driven by some kind of hippie pursuit of paradise while he factually lived a luxurious, materialistic life out of reach to most humans and in contra-opposition to his claimed beliefs.
Nothing exists absent of time and time is, by definition, change.  A man never stands in the same river twice.
Ugly aspects of this country, the nation of my human birth, the United States of America, would regard Lennon a communist, potentially even mistaking one Lenin for another Lennon.  More curiously, these individuals' own detachment from and disillusionment with today's world seems eerily forecast by Mark David Chapman. 
Anti-intellectualism is akin to a storage unit of ammonium nitrate. The difference being it destroys slowly, via decay, eating through a structure's foundation like a brood of termites.  Eventually, all that's left is dust bearing no resemblance to it's former stature.
Imagine there's no heaven, countries, possessions - but it's just a pop song, meant to pry the emotions of its listeners.
Manipulation is the art of the game.
Criminals sow chaos but we all have agency.  We all possess the capacity to impact the systems within which we live.
It doesn't always have to be what it is.