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Back To Life - Back To Reality
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Caesar Obama - Brutus Trump
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"For a moment I thought I was in Paradise
How the Mueller fairy tale ends
Matthew Walther
October 22, 2018
Perhaps the best argument I have seen in favor of repealing President Trump's pointless tax cuts is the superabundance of disposable income American liberals
apparently spend on things like Robert Mueller bobble-head dolls, "Mueller is Coming" and "It's
Mueller time" T-shirts, Mueller "prayer" candles, and even children's books featuring a super-buff bare-chested but tie-wearing Mueller lookalike hero. Turning the affectless head of a special counsel investigation into some kind of badass comic-book
character who is going to rescue America from the nefarious clutches of — I wish I were making this up — "President Ronald Plump" could not be more childish. Goodness knows how many adults really believe all this stuff.
I feel bad for them, in the way that I feel bad for kids who are about to discover that the Tooth Fairy is fake. After 17 months of appending compound adjectives ("Russia-linked," "Kremlin-backed") to the names of an increasingly obscure cast of
characters accused of things like sending spam emails and holding pointless meetings that went nowhere, it looks like we are finally getting close to the end of the Mueller probe. A report in Politico suggests that what skeptics have
argued for more than
a year and a half is true: namely, that Mueller and his team have not found any
smoking-gun evidence of "collusion" between Donald Trump's 2016 presidential campaign and the Russian government because no such collusion took place.
It's going to be a letdown. Not only is it likely that the final report will not reveal that the president has been a KGB agent since the late '80s, as at least one mainstream liberal columnist fantasized. It is also possible that it will never even be
released to the public, at least not in full. Unless they are granted permission to review them under various conditions that will be imposed by the Department of Justice, not even members of Congress will be able to read Mueller's findings. For reasons
that have as much to do with Mueller's own personality and style as they do with the sensitive nature of the material, the text itself is unlikely to be the sweeping anti-Trump manifesto that the president's fiercest liberal critics
are longing for.
There is every reason to believe that it will be a straightforward, minimally expansive document that does not volunteer information that is not absolutely relevant to the main findings.
The fantasy of a piece of paper that would explain away the painful reality that a buffoonish television host beat a former secretary of state and senator in the 2016 presidential election simply by running a better campaign is not coming true.
The best hope for Mueller's cheerleaders was not that games of connect-the-dots
would implicate Trump in a treasonous plot to sell the White House to Moscow but that the loose-lipped president would trap himself in a lie, perhaps meaningless in itself,
about some detail or other that would open him to a charge of perjury. This would not have proved that collusion took place — if anything it would go a long way towards vindicating the president's own "witch hunt" narrative — but
it would have
satisfied the critics, who just want to see the president charged with a crime.
Unfortunately, Rudy Giuliani and the rest of Trump's legal team made sure that this was never going to happen. Every question has been put to the president in
writing and
answered with the assistance of dozens of professionals with longer attention spans and a firmer grasp of capitalization and punctuation.
While it is still possible that Mueller will come up with something substantive, or that something flimsy drawn from some version of Mueller's report will be seized upon by Democrats as evidence if they attempt to impeach Trump next year, it will
ultimately be irrelevant. Impeaching the president and removing him from office
is a campaign promise on which many Democrats are running this fall. They don't
care what is or is not in the report any more than those of us who have grown impatient with
all the lunatic decontextualized speculation about Trump and Russia do. Most Americans made up their mind about these questions long ago. The difference is that unlike professional politicians, hundreds of thousands of serious Mueller watchers are
actually invested in the reality of the collusion theory. For them the truth might be painful.
There are some obvious lessons here. One is that our enemies, real or perceived, are not all working together to destroy all the things we love. Another is that simple explanations are better than complicated ones — an insincere campaign that doesn't
even try in the states that it needs to win is probably going to lose, especially to an opponent who has broken with his party in historic ways in order to appease voters in the states in question. The last and most important is that politics is not an
episode of The West Wing: Do-gooders rolling up their shirt sleeves and completing some boring procedural task — writing a complicated report, polishing the text of a rousing speech — in between monologues is rarely how the good guys beat the bad
guys.
We are now a mere 469 days away from Democrats' 2020 Iowa caucuses. It is time for them to give up on fairy tales and find a candidate who can actually beat this guy.
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Paradise Lost - Satan Wakes In Hell
. CHAPTER 1
Tell me about man's first sin, when he tasted the forbidden fruit and caused all our troubles, until Jesus came and saved us.
Inspire me with this knowledge. You are the heavenly spirit who inspired Moses in his teachings.
I'm asking for your help because I want to write a great work different from any that was ever written before.
I want you to teach me, Holy Spirit, because you value goodness more than fancy churches.
You know everything. You were there at the Beginning. You sat like a dove with your wings spread over the dark emptiness and made it come to life.
Enlighten me where I am ignorant and strengthen my abilities so that I can correctly explain God's great purpose to men.
You know everything about Heaven and Hell, so tell me, what was it that made Adam and Eve go against God's orders? They seemed so happy. He had given them the whole world, except for one little thing.
Who made them do this awful thing? It was that snake from Hell, wasn't it. His envy and thirst for revenge made him go trick Eve the way he did.
His pride had got him thrown out of Heaven with all his followers. They supported him in his ambition to glorify himself - even to the point of waging war against God.
But he was doomed to fail. After a terrible war, God threw him into Hell for daring to fight him.
Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe
Confounded though immortal: But his doom
Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
That witness'd huge affliction and dismay
Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate:
At once as far as Angels kenn he views
The dismal Situation waste and wilde,
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed
With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum'd:
Such place Eternal Justice had prepar'd
For those rebellious, here thir Prison ordain'd
In utter darkness, and thir portion set
As far remov'd from God and light of Heav'n
As from the Center thrice to th' utmost Pole.
O how unlike the place from whence they fell!
There the companions of his fall, o'rewhelm'd
With Floods and Whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
He soon discerns, and weltring by his side
One next himself in power, and next in crime,
Long after known in Palestine, and nam'd
Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
And thence in Heav'n call'd Satan, with bold words
Breaking the horrid silence thus began.
If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd
He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those,
Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
For nine days he and his evil followers were lying helpless in the fires of
Hell.
But soon he grew angry, thinking about all the lost pleasures and the unending pain.
He looked around and saw a lot of suffering. But he only felt stubborn pride and hatefulness.
As far as he could see there were flames, but they burned dark instead of bright, and they only revealed sorrow and hopelessness.
These fires would never go out and the torture would never end.
This is the place Justice made for those who rebel against God.
It was as far from Heaven and Heaven's light and as different from Heaven as it could be.
This is where he saw all his defeated followers. And there, wallowing in the flames right next to him, was his top assistant.
Later we would know him as Beelzebub.
His leader, who they called Satan, finally spoke.
Is this really you? If you are who I think you are, how you've changed! Your brightness that outshined everyone is gone.
If you're the one who joined me in planning and undertaking our grand mission--it looks like now we are joined again, but in misery.
Look at how far we fell! It turns out he was much stronger than us after all, but how could we know that?
But I don't care what he did to us, or may still do, I'm not sorry. And I'm
not going to change.
My appearance may have changed, but the indignity I suffered that caused me
to fight him hasn't changed.
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
We may with more successful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs, and in th' excess of joy
Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Heav'n.
So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.
O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers,
That led th' imbattelld Seraphim to Warr
Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds
Fearless, endanger'd Heav'ns perpetual King;
And put to proof his high Supremacy,
Whether upheld by strength, or Chance, or Fate,
Too well I see and rue the dire event,
That with sad overthrow and foul defeat
Hath lost us Heav'n, and all this mighty Host
In horrible destruction laid thus low,
As far as Gods and Heav'nly Essences
Can perish: for the mind and spirit remains
Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
Though all our Glory extinct, and happy state
Here swallow'd up in endless misery.
But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, since no less
Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours)
Have left us this our spirit and strength intire
Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier service as his thralls
By right of Warr, what e're his business be
Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
And what made the multitudes agree with me and join me in battling him and shaking up his kingdom--that hasn't changed.
So what if we lost some ground? He'll never be able to take away my free will, my revenge, my hate, or my courage never to give up.
And if I still have all that, what did he win?
Am I supposed to kneel and beg for mercy from him who I just gave some serious worry about the safety of his empire?
That would be worse shame than the defeat we just had.
We can't die, and we can't be physically hurt, but we have learned a lot from this experience.
Whether we do it by outright battle or some more devious way, we can fight our enemy forever--that tyrant in Heaven who sits there now, gloating over his victory.
Satan said these words forcefully though he was in pain and despair.
Beelzebub responded, Oh Prince, you bravely led the rebelling angels against Heaven's king.
But he defeated us, whether by his greater strength or just good luck, I don't know.
Now, too late, I see only too well the sad outcome of our plan--the loss of
Heaven, and all our comrades left in such sad shape.
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