and on we go, through the darkness toward the light

I don't have anything to say that hasn't been said already by people more literate than I am.
Except for this:

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I hope you're happy. That's all. I hope you're happy. When you find your chosen boy causes job loss or outsourcing or kids to be killed in Iraq or America's name to be dragged even further through the mud internationally than it already is, don't come crying to me.
And George? You made the mess, you'd better clean it up if you hope to have any more Republicans over to play in the White House again.

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And now, a note from our sponsor. I've read this before, of course: I have it on CD. But nihilistech posted it today, and I think it wants to be read again.

( America. )

And before you ask, no, I'm not moving back to Canada. I like it here, and I have a right to stay, and until that's taken away from me, I'm staying. Finis.

let's end on a happy note, people

nihilistech reminded me how much I love this guy. Googling for some more of his poems, I found a few of my favorites.
( Here's some more, slightly more positive-feeling, Ginsberg. )

In other optimistic news, the online placement test I took for French says I'd place into French 201. Wow. I haven't picked up a french book in over ten years. (Now I feel positively geriatric.)