Wanted to do this yesterday…

This should come as a surprise to no one.

When you see this, quote Shakespeare in your Blog

As You Like It (Act II, Scene 7)

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

So, I went down to the National Mall today. Surreal – and not what I expected at all, mainly because I was with people who just didn’t understand why I was down there. I went down to march. To yell. To convey my opinions. Apparently my companions went down for some other reason, some different agenda, because I was WAY more into it than they were.

I’ve got more to say on the subject, but suffice to say that I’d have been tons happier on my own today.

Meanwhile, I’m done. It’s almost 1am, and I’ve got a long morning ahead of me (and a runny nose on top of it).


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