Thursday, August 04, 2011

Creeping in this petty pace....

President Obama at a fund raiser last night:

It's been a long, tough journey. But we have made some incredible strides together. Yes, we have. But the thing that we all ought to remember is that as much as good as we have done, precisely because the challenges were so daunting, precisely because we we were inheriting so many challenges, that we're not even halfway there yet. When I - When I said 'change we can believe in' I didn't say 'change we can believe in tomorrow.' Not change we can believe in next week.
How many tomorrows will it take to even see progress? There have been 925 to-morrows since he was sworn in, and still we languish.

The Bard said it best:
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. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing. — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 19-28)


Some players are worse than others. It's a bloody cryin' shame we keep electing them to "lead" us.

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