The Mines

With no crystal ball at hand, I cannot claim to have any vision of the future. But certain things are certain.

Untreated progressive illnesses, by their very nature, will worsen. So President Bush will continue to escalate in his untreated and chronic alcoholism, even if he somehow manages to avoid the drink.

He has already elevated (escalated) himself above the Constitution, trashing the Fourth Amendment in the name of the War On Terriers. No need for warrants now. Warrants are now in fact a betrayal of imperial... oops., I meant to say, Presidential power.

More Constitutional protections will fall by the wayside. Quaint as these are. Hardly useful in The War, which has not been declared according to the very Constitution which now falls away like so many tourists before the December tsunami.

What will we have left?

Nothing. Nothing except the poetry of the soul of our nation.

"We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!"

Langston Hughes.

Dona nobis pacem Langston.

From nothing something must be built

Thank you, Charles.

The mines. Damn it, he knew. Damn it, we all knew. What's next?