OF THE
TIMES
"Whatever rough beast the Democrats slouch up will have to be some kind of crazy Franken-monster if they want to satisfy all of that intersectionality!"SUPER-appropriate comment for these all too scary times for we long-since awakened SOTTites; (contra 'Woked' AmurKan Idiots). Thus, I figure/hope that at least ONE of us will read this to a loved one.*
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)R.C.
THE 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.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Back in my early days in Chile, I once partied with a branch of my landlord's family and in the morning at breakfast in my still groggy state, they stood up and heartily sang the Commie anthem. Didn't know quite how to react so just played dumb innocent visitor-observer.