It is a time of freedom and fear, of Gaia and of borders, of many paths and the widening of
a universal toll road, emptying country and swelling cities, of the public bought into
privacy and the privacy of the public sold into invisible data banks and knowing
algorithms. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the
planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection.
These are the times when maps fade and direction is lost. Forwards is backwards now, so we glance sideways at the strange lands through which we are all passing, knowing for certain only that our destination has disappeared. We are unready to meet these times, but we proceed nonetheless, adapting as we wander, reshaping the Earth with every tread. Behind us we have left the old times, the standard times, the high times. Welcome to the irregular times. Enough melancholy already. I'm full-steam pissed again. Read Dr. Theopolis' first comment on the blog entry below. He's dead-on right. Those of us who were against the war warned the Bush Administration that this kind of quagmire disaster might occur. Rumsfeld sneered in our faces and said he knew what he was doing. We warned the country that the Bush Administration was lying, and they called us traitors. We can't fix all that now, but we sure as fuck can get the problem child behind it all out of office come November. Return to the Irregular Times Main Page
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