Saturday, August 23, 2008

It's Not the End of the World Hillary Harridan Bitchez So Get Over It & btw STFU

Wasn't I talking about the O.J. Simpson verdict just the other day?

Hmm.

Well, anyway.

Must be time for more Milosz.
A SONG ON THE END OF THE WORLD

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.


On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.


And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.


Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.


---Czeslaw Milosz, Warsaw, 1944

1 comment:

BillyWitchDoctor said...

The Swooner Media's pitchfork defense continues; an editorial cartoon in my local fishwrap (always the highest form of political discourse--this one originated from the Boston Herald, I believe, I really should save these things) titled "How The Grinch Stole The Convention" depicts Hillary as the Dr. Seuss character, the corners of her wicked, wicked smile curling up her serpentine eyes as she plots to swipe the crown from The Chosen One.

Message is clear: The Bitch Whore is ugly! And must not be allowed to speak!

It does not elaborate on how "Grinch" intends to "steal" the convention; perhaps a mind-control device of some sort, or maybe she'll just offer a viable alternative by her very presence. Either way, she obviously terrifies the Kool-Aid swillers, who fear Chosen One's feet of clay are currently on prominent display and cracking like mad.

The audacity of her!