Reprise of The Last Resort

I have been thinking about how on earth I am going to make it through the next few weeks of jollity and merriment which will only end after midnight on December 31, 2021. I will be up at that time on that night – or I hope to be – counting down the year’s population growth figures on Worldometers. But how to wade through the days and weeks of commercial dross, constant battering with bargains and pleas to buy from desperate vendors, potential non-stop santa songs and the guilt, borne of strange looks, for not ‘doing’ Christmas or even getting into the spirit of the whole season of madness? Well, fortunately this year I don’t even have to leave my cosy home at all, or meet and greet anybody. I’m not allowed to anyway, even if I wanted to, as I am officially part of the great unvaxxed who must be deprived (Ha!) of all that fun. Thank goodness for that. My guilt will go unseen. My presence sorely not missed. I have much better things to do with my time anyway.

But that is not what I wanted to talk about. I want to talk about serendipity and the constant reminders that someone or something (possibly not of this physical world) is also constantly keeping an eye on things and sprays a little magic in my direction every now and then. Or that is how it seems to work sometimes – not wanting to get too woo-woo about the whole thing.

Here’s the thing: Today, this evening in fact, a little angel (or imp) dropped a little notification into my VK notifications bell box. Someone, a nice young Russian woman (no, not one of those who like to send naughty pictures of themselves – and I haven’t had any of those for a while – maybe VK is catching them before they arrive now) posted a ‘like’ for a video I shared on Youtube almost a year ago now in the post I share again below. Is that serendipity or not? Well, whether or not, when these things happen – which is not often, though perhaps I am not tuned to recognise them all – I tend to sit up and take note. I treat them as serendipitous and also as some form of prompt or hint from those good forces hidden behind the drapes of time, for me to do something (well, there is a purpose to everything, is there not?). And so , this is what I am doing. I am sharing again that post in the hope that it will mean something to someone at this very point in time. May it be so.

It is in any case a most pertinent image to reawaken. As real today as back in those many decades ago when The Eagles first breathed life into the song – ‘The Last Resort’.

If you already understand what this is all about, all well and good. You have been reminded, perhaps for good reason. If you never quite got it, but liked the song anyway – it does tend to pound itself into your heart and head, and if you watch all the videos below you will surely never forget – then this may be your time of open understanding and awakening to ideas which perhaps were only vaguely defined to you in earlier times. This could be your moment. I do hope so.

First, in recognition of the young woman who started this today, here is her post.

And now mine from January 2, 2021 – What Have We Done…. – shared in full below…


What Have We Done….

I spent the afternoon, relaxed and watching my 1994 Eagles – Hell Freezes Over DVD.  My ‘Me’ time turned into ‘We’ time as I listened to ‘The Last Resort’.

My thoughts turned to – and while I do not acknowledge such a disgustingly despotic being –
My God, What Have We Done?
What Have We White Folk Done?
What Have We Bloody White Folk Done?

We “came from everywhere, seeking a place to stand”.
We found a place where “people were smilin’ “.
We saw “how they loved the land”.
Rich men “came and raped the land”.
We “laid the mountains low, while the town got high”.
We “called it paradise”
“I don’t know why”.
We made it into “Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do”. 
And everywhere we went, seeking other places to turn into ‘paradise’, we 
“Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign”.
“We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny, in the name of God”
“You call someplace paradise?
Kiss it goodbye.”

Jesus and the white folk are coming.
They’ll build you a ‘paradise’ …of their own design. 


That may not be in any way politically correct but it is 100% true, and really… do I give a damn?  What do you think?  The world is buggered.  Let’s be honest about who buggered it.

If you are not convinced, watch these videos and read the lyrics.  If by the time you have watched all three and you remain unconvinced, then, I’m sorry, but you are just a plain, dumb, no hope, white fucker.



This is the 1994 live version – note: the original youtube version was taken down but this alternative should work but may take you away from this site – https://ok.ru/video/1168081029766

OK, I’ll give you one more chance to get real.  This is Don Henley still singing the song in 2016, solo, at age 69, and at an open air event –


Eagles – The Last Resort (Lyrics)

She came from Providence, 
the one in Rhode Island 
Where the old world shadows hang 
heavy in the air 
She packed her hopes and dreams 
like a refugee 
Just as her father came across the sea 
She heard about a place people were smilin’ 
They spoke about the red man’s way, 
and how they loved the land 
And they came from everywhere 
to the Great Divide 
Seeking a place to stand 
or a place to hide 

Down in the crowded bars, 
out for a good time, 
Can’t wait to tell you all, 
what it’s like up there 
And they called it paradise 
I don’t know why 
Somebody laid the mountains low 
while the town got high 

Then the chilly winds blew down 
Across the desert 
through the canyons of the coast, to 
the Malibu 
Where the pretty people play, 
hungry for power 
to light their neon way 
and give them things to do 

Some rich men came and raped the land, 
Nobody caught ’em 
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus, 
people bought ’em 
And they called it paradise 
The place to be 
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea 

You can leave it all behind 
and sail to Lahaina 
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago 
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming” 
Brought the white man’s burden down 
Brought the white man’s reign 

Who will provide the grand design? 
What is yours and what is mine? 
‘Cause there is no more new frontier 
We have got to make it here 

We satisfy our endless needs and 
justify our bloody deeds, 
in the name of destiny, in the name of God 

And you can see them there, 
On Sunday morning 
They stand up and sing about 
what it’s like up there 
They call it paradise 
I don’t know why 
You call someplace paradise, 
kiss it goodbye. 


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