We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
And so it begins again--our yearly reminder of just how fickle the crowds can be. How apropos that we are, it seems, in the midst of a swirling chaos of human "experts" who do not seem to know where they will find the earthly solutions they seek to this pandemic. Ultimately, there is no solution in this world for all the ills of this world. None of us "poor wayfaring strangers" will "get out of here alive." In the meantime, "Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in." (Psalm 24: 7 KJV) "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." (Psalm 46:1 KJV)
"And so it begins again--our yearly reminder of just how fickle the crowds can be." SC Reader
SC, consider that the crowd along the roads going into Jerusalam were folks that listened to Jesus, wanting to follow him, and it wasn't the same crowd that was whipped up by the chief priests calling for Barabbas.
For example, a football game has several crowds, one cheering for the home team, one for the visitors and then several that are cheering for themselves as they sell programs, souvenirs, drinks and such.
The crowd welcoming Jesus on Palm Sunday wasn't the same crowd as the one hollering "Crucify Him!" It isn't so much a fickle group of folks as preachers have preached recently, but rather two opposing crowds.