I hear that everywhere amongst the punditry, and the psuedo-punditry (bloggers).
We can't win the war on drugs. Let's just surrender.
We can't win the war on Islam. Let's just surrender.
Math is hard. Let's just teach Feminist Studies. Blacks flunk out and carry guns, let's just turn our schools into armed Special Ed Centers.
Let's just give up.
Who was it who said "Not with a bang, but a whimper..." T.S. Eliot? Yes, indeed, we are become The Hollow Men.
Let's just give up. It's easier this way. You'll probably be dead before black-garbed fanatics enter your neighborhood with long knives, looking for fat infidel throats to cut. Or before you see your child, now grown, convulsing and foaming at the mouth from an overdose.
Heck, I'd like to be able to go down to the drugstore right now, and get myself a nice pop of morphine, and some Qualuudes to get me through the night.
Let's just give up. Why not? All the Cool Kids are doing it. I wanna be cool, don't you? I can't fight this battle on my own, and nobody else seems to want to, so fukkit.
Time to surrender.
Update:
Writing the above got me to thinking, that it's been awhile since I read that wonderful poem, so I Googled, and without further ado, I present you:
The Hollow Men...
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You must be at least this tall to ride this ride












Wednesday, May 24, 2006

