It is a time of freedom and fear, of Gaia and of borders, of many paths and the widening of
a universal toll road, emptying country and swelling cities, of the public bought into
privacy and the privacy of the public sold into invisible data banks and knowing
algorithms. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the
planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection.
These are the times when maps fade and direction is lost. Forwards is backwards now, so we glance sideways at the strange lands through which we are all passing, knowing for certain only that our destination has disappeared. We are unready to meet these times, but we proceed nonetheless, adapting as we wander, reshaping the Earth with every tread. Behind us we have left the old times, the standard times, the high times. Welcome to the irregular times. War is the cocaine of politics, providing its advocates with a powerful boost that cannot be sustained. Taste it once, and weak politicians become hooked, knowing no other way to get those high ratings. They become desperate for another hit. They will do anything to score another war - spending huge amounts of money to sustain their habit, lying, stealing from programs that they no longer deem necessary. These politicians need our compassion, but before we can reintegrate them into our society, they need treatment. That's why we're opening up a special treatment center for war-addicted politicians. The groundbreaking will take place during primary season early next year, and we hope to open it up for admissions in November, 2004. What do you say we put it in Texas? Return to the Irregular Times Main Page
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