November 13th, 2016 → 7:27 am @ // No Comments

“I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.” – Hamlet

I look back on my last post, on the morning of the U.S. election, and am amazed at its prescience.  I had meant that the end of the campaign season was at last at hand, but I ended up predicting that the end of decency had come to America.  God help us.

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