Roger Stone's Head

[lunatica]

5. Shakespeare said it so well

...Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

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We’re neck deep, struggling to stay afloat in our very own Shakespearean tragedy. A madman is at the helm in this ship of state.