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Obama '08

The question posed to the assembly is whether enough people care, and, if so, how do they respond when, in the language of the Declaration of Independence, "a long train of abuses and usurpations pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism." Although the abuses and usurpations are self-evident, obvious to anybody who takes the trouble to read the newspapers, the Bush Administration makes no attempt to conceal the Object evinced in the design of its purpose, because it counts on the romanticism as well as on the apathy of an American public reluctant to recognize the President of the United States as a felon.

Lapham
The Case For Impeachment
may 2007


5.5.07 | End

And this is the end,
the car running out of road,
the river losing its name in an ocean,
the long nose of the photographed horse
touching the white electronic line....

This is the final bit
thinning away to nothing.

Collins, Aristotle

I am not, usually, good at closure. Usually in my life things trail to an end like a spoonful of cream in a cup of coffee, drifting into ever-tangled strains of dilution until one morning they are part of the unified color and homogenous mix of me. Usually I find it hard to know when something definitively stopped. Usually it is impossible to pinpoint a date on which I ceased doing, thinking, feeling whatever it was I did, thought, or felt about things that mattered. But today, after many months of tacit acknowledgement, it is time for the unusual. Today I post this entry, and with it I close the writes.

When I started this site almost six years ago I lived in a different city, knew different people, and held different beliefs. As I moved on and turned in it became harder and harder to write here honestly, and as I grew older and grew up it became less and less desirable to write in any other way. In its time, this site was dear to my heart. Now it is a burden, a space on the net where I am present only by my absence and my failure to change the situation accumulates by the day. I am glad I was here and glad it was here for me. And now, from the new here, I can say goodbye to this and what it meant without regret or nostalgia.

Thank you to all who read me here, all who supported me elsewhere, and all who listened to me everywhere. May your days be bright, your nights written, and your ends pure and peaceful.

Fin.

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