



*This is why American politics sucks. All of our politicians are clean shaven. We need some beards on the hill.
History repeats itself, despite my feeble protest. Failure to learn. I'd almost thought it would be different this time, but I knew. In my heart I knew. I know how he felt, just how he felt. The way I feel, the way I always feel. How long will my thoughts circle before I give in? How much longer could it possibly be? It seems like I've been here before, seems like years ago, but I was, I was here. I can't say I'm surprised to find myself here again. I can't help but wonder now, if the fog is really worth piercing, is light truly better than darkness?