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ATTENTION ATTENTION!
Please note the blaring red announcement at the top of the sidebar to the right. Just in case anything gets weird here on election day, not that it wouldn't anyway, but you know what i mean.


But just in case we have a backup blog, a fallout shelter, ready and running. Thanks to Paul.

I also think this may be the first open thread we've ever had here. I think. In any case do your thing in comments - whatever you like.

Now: This is kind of a mile marker for me so I'm going to repost what I think was my first or second post to Eschaton way back in the Spring of 2003. When this whole blogging thing really began for me. So, living up to my prediction then ("show closes November 2004"), I've decided to re-run that post once again. Seems fitting. And a little bit spooky too, if ya ask me.

From Saturday, June 07, 2003:

As I See It [George W. Bush] an unjoyous tragic comedy.
All the worlds a political stage.
And all the pundits and pol-ops merely players:
They have their exit strategies and their entrance requirements;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the child.
Mewling fluke of privileged charms.
And then the winsome schoolboy, with his skull and bones.
And vacant wellborn face, sleeping at Yale
Oblivious to intellect. And then the rover
Lies to burnish, stuporous, doleful, pallid
Clade to the listless eyebrow. Then a soldier
Full of warrior tropes, and played like a card.
Missing from duty, yet suddenly wreathed in laurels.
Seeking the bubble reputation
Levin for the canon's grouse. And then the injustice.
In sound and folly with crafted shapen lines
With guise and smear and suits of formal cut,
Fond of slantwise maws and tortured nuances
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts.
Into the lean and codpieced brigadier dragoon,
With spectaculars on cue and press on board
His boastful pose well played, a world too tried
For his cranks crunk; and his slow tangled tongue
Turning again toward churlish quibbles, quips
And siren songs resound. Last scene of all,
That ends this shortchange retrogress misery
Is no second curtain, and mere oblivion for a fool.

(with apologies to William Shakespeare)

You can read the original post HERE if you like.

By this time tomorrow night John F. Kerry will be the 44th President of the United States.

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