To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Dec. 31st. Round midnight. Waiting with a glass of porter and some single malt for the ball to drop on the old year and already things ain’t looking too rosy for 2012. President Obama signed the indefinite detention law that he promised to veto and we all knew the weasel words would come later…and they did.
And so with each oh so reluctant acquiescence to the lure of unbridled power the banality of evil creeps into the body of the republic, metasticizing, hidden deep within the gaol where Bradley Manning waits, alone…but not for long.
But hey! The President sure has a way with words, doesn’t he?
And what a dazzling smile!
Welcome to the last days of the Weimar Republic. We’ve been expecting you.
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