“Shortly after, Mr. Weston came over with some of the fishermen, under another name, and the disguise of a blacksmith, where he heard of the ruin and dissolution of his colony...so uncertain are the mutable things of this unstable world. And yet men set their hearts upon them, though they daily see the vanity thereof.” – William Bradford’s Of Plymouth Plantation
Thursday, March 15, 2018
the View from Below
If you have tried
to find a way out of the mess, one first has to stop and tell you that it is,
in fact, a mess, and perhaps lecture you about its history as well as its contemporary political scene, where the people have divided over whether to keep
the mess or rather to overthrow it and set up a new mess. Once that has been established, then one must
justify one’s position on the mess by regurgitating without claiming that what
you are putting forth is regurgitated drivel about your commitment to make the
mess great again. Of course, once you have done that, others have marched
overnight on your mess and have destroyed what you have worked on.
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