Election day for the United States of America is proceeding in measured strides across the Atlantic in a coat dyed in blue-black. Its morning garment, dappled in pink and azure, is pursuing it from Central Asia; and once it has come within sight, the festival of levers and buttons and punched paper and questions and mandates and plebiscites and colleges electoral can begin in earnest, only to end when the day casts its coat into the Pacific, the shadow of the task to come having turned it rust red and slate blue. Good luck, idealists of a democracy speckled representative and direct, heirs all of a Congress Assembled, a long time ago.
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Thanks! We'll try (or at least I will), despite my fervent belief that the World Bank and its babies hold all the cards anyway. Where there's hope, there's...hope?
Edited (because "believe" is a verb and I wanted a noun) Date: 2012-11-06 02:56 am (UTC)
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The way my mind works, they are the same thing. Yet the idea that it will all turn out fine for everybody if the giant corporations and the market are making money persists. ***scratches head in eternal puzzlement***
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