Obamandias
I met a traveller from a once free land
Who said: A vast and fathomless ego hath
Scorched the earth. Nearby, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose contempt
And tilted chin, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read.
Few survived that parliamentary Armageddon
The rest were run out of town on a rail, or fled.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Obamandias, king of kings:
Look on my legislation, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the ruins
Of that colossal Self, burnt and bare
The lone and lifeless prairie stretches far away.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Obamandias
Obamandias
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8 comments:
I'm sorry to hear your blog is a little sad. It's really going around!
My blog is really going around?! Why! That little ...!
My little blog was just telling me how lonely it is, and now I find that it's really going around! I feel like a fool for believing anything it has ever told me!
Oh, you big silly! Feeling a little sad is going around! Your blog may not define Truth, but it would never tell a lie!
D'oh!
Now I *really* feel foolish!
:)
Hey -- something I've been wondering about -- How do you get a Southern accent in northern Indiana?
My father was one of those Southerners who migrated North after WWII. And his accent had moved to a more Northern accent; though, when he was old and started hanging around more with Southerners, his accent became more noticible again.
And I don't really have a Southern accent (on the other hand, my father's brother's kids, who grew up in the same city as we, do).
On the other hand, when I'm tired, and if one listens carefully, one can hear a bit of the accent in some words I say.
On the other other hand, my siblings and I must have had some accent when we were very small -- my sisters tell the when they had their tonsils out (at age 5 or 6), a nurse asked them, "How long have you been up here," and they had no idea what she meant.
I have to say, the Big O was in full kingly form this week. First - as Krauthammer pointed out - he egged on the Phallistinians when he laid down his opposition to the East Jeru settlements, thereby giving Hamas incentive to now demand something (a ridiculous something) before coming to the negotiations table. No such demands to Ahmedinnerjacket and his plans to enrich uranium for the greater glory of Iran. Naturally.
But he topped himself in full goy form when he told Netanyahu that he was going upstairs to mac on a sandwich - "call me if you want to change your mind (over East Jerusalem)".
...And I found myself thinking: That schmutz just set World War III in motion.
Would be poetic if it were a porkchop sandwich.
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