A Reflection On What We Deem Acceptable
I picked a hell of a time to start following politics. I’ve only been paying attention since the most recent national election cycle and I’ve seen some mind-boggling shit. Not to pontificate like a first-year grad student, I recall giving a brief sketch of the etymologies of politics and politic—”affairs of state” and “pertaining to public life,”
“Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.”
Dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
C'est Acceptable? 