Friday, November 05, 2004


About all I can think to say after the election is what I wrote to a friend: "Humanity has cast its vote and it wasn't for the Light. Hell can now open its gates and proceed with impunity."
On a more cheerful note, I refer you to W. B. Yeats's Second Coming:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

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