I know about “not my finest hour”. Whenever I encounter Bureaucracy I am reminded that Hitler and company were eyeball deep in bureaucracy. It comes up for me due to working in health care.
This is by W. B. Yeats:
Sailing to Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon‐falls, the mackerel‐crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing‐masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
there are so many unwritten rules on how to behave and too goddam many fall under the heading of, “if you really want to be cool”. these are the same people i went to jr. high with and their mindset is still there.
the good dr. changed my life. lots of what i believe about healthy skepticism is directly inspired by hst. my views about ronald raygun (re-read the “star-wars” stuff from the reagan years), george bush and W (he’s a war criminal) are my way of keeping the faith. i took an unhealthy and hero-worship attitude about some of it though and i pranked some people that didn’t appreciate it at the time. i tried to make amends to them.
do you remember when dick cheney face-shot the guy on a wild goose hunt? (cheney? wild goose hunt? no he dint say that!)
i know for a fact that there was something else happened:
W was the shooter. he was all fucked up on the blood of the poor and he had that look in his eye. some of them that had been present at previous “episodes” began to put distance between themselves and the commander. he started with, “I am going to shoot your face off!”
Again, the more senior members of the party started to scatter. They knew he meant bidness after two or three drinks and several actually “ducked for cover”.
After W missed his mark, there was a scramble for the newsbyte. A genius said, “I know! We’ll tell ‘em Dickie done it!” They had some kind of typical party member blackmail handy on the victim and the rest is history. He apologized for being shot in the face and paid the fines and Cheney went on to commit war crimes for the rest of his career. W. was, according to the official story, at home trying to figure out the remote when it all happened.