It's worthwhile reading T.S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men again since it brings to mind the emptiness, the utter vacuity of the dominant American political actors and a corporate media echo chamber that wants to keep us enthralled with "Election 2024," the result of which will change nothing, not in the least impede our downward slide into ignominy and disgrace. Absent a course correction, both Israel and the United States are headed for a reckoning, perhaps a disaster. The only question is whether the end of this misbegotten and inhuman project comes with a "bang" or a "whimper."
After converting to Catolicism late in life I Ariel and I struggled with the idea of cryogenic preservation, but we’re glad we did. Ariel was OK with me “coming out” (the phrase we use for leaving the cryogenic pod early) so that I could edit a new and updated edition of Barbara Tuchman’s The March of Folly., the last ten chapters of which are devoted to U. S. foreign policy. Ariel chose to stay behind with the others in a state of suspended metabolism because she said she needed to “recharge her batteries” after our last collaboration. “You go on without me,” she said, “but bring back some strudel.”
It's worthwhile reading T.S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men again since it brings to mind the emptiness, the utter vacuity of the dominant American political actors and a corporate media echo chamber that wants to keep us enthralled with "Election 2024," the result of which will change nothing, not in the least impede our downward slide into ignominy and disgrace. Absent a course correction, both Israel and the United States are headed for a reckoning, perhaps a disaster. The only question is whether the end of this misbegotten and inhuman project comes with a "bang" or a "whimper."
Well said. Sadly. :(
Will! I'm glad to see you alive--and still writing!
(TBH, I'd heard you died forty years ago.)
After converting to Catolicism late in life I Ariel and I struggled with the idea of cryogenic preservation, but we’re glad we did. Ariel was OK with me “coming out” (the phrase we use for leaving the cryogenic pod early) so that I could edit a new and updated edition of Barbara Tuchman’s The March of Folly., the last ten chapters of which are devoted to U. S. foreign policy. Ariel chose to stay behind with the others in a state of suspended metabolism because she said she needed to “recharge her batteries” after our last collaboration. “You go on without me,” she said, “but bring back some strudel.”