waiting for godot in in mni-sota, land of sky blue cloudy turbid waters. the settlers still waltz in and claim the place with guns drawn. they call it home. 

waiting for godog. uncle michael row your boat ashore lived in kibbutz gadot (river bank). the river was just a creek. he settled there, he's buried there, it wasn't his home. 

waiting not waiting for the big O. he will come from the turbid sky. he's a settler. he has many settler homes.

they campaign on promises. they win their well-funded election. they barricade themselves behind their broken promises.