There is no circle of life. Sanity dictates everything has a beginning and an end, including history. It requires a journey unto itself to even begin to realize that everything has a beginning and an end. Everything is in the adventure of culminating in eternity, which is not recurring.
Nothing is removed that is not replaced with something else. Men who speak of the removal of something, as a means of acquiring some benign, multi-cultural neutral ground, are liars. They are liars twice over. Once, for saying the removal of something will settle some "issue"; twice, for being the ones who provoke the "issue" in the first place. For instance, a school principal's removal of the national anthem on the grounds that he is "attending to the needs of all his students". As such, there is no removal alone that gives way to some wonderful green horizon; but there is replacement. The fruit of what takes something's place tells you what the nature and intent of the removal were. And the fruit shows without delay.
Two young pigs are enough to till over a good sized backyard. They are remarkable diggers with their snouts alone. They are little bulldozers. At the right time of year you would hardly need to lift a hoe to plant a garden.
Cold is bracing, fine, bearable, or barely passable, if it goes hand in hand with dry. Cold and wet simply kill.
Notice how idealogues in various positions of authority talk about something else while they clearly do what they say they are not doing. Or they say that to look full-square at the objective quality of what they've done is to be short-sighted and miss the real issue. They turn the objective into the subjective, and the subjective into the objective.
Socialists like this (I'm sure there's other newer names for them) cannot see their country beyond its passing political configuration; and even that much they get wrong; these green "internationalists" that pose as figures whose ideas "transcend borders". These wretched geeks who speak about transcending national borders are the very ones who have nothing but a pathetic, empty, purely politicized vision of their own country. Hence every subverting, backbiting action they make is likewise political in nature. Time and again, butting against any resistance of the real world, they will narcissistically refer the actions they have taken, or want to take, to their pet political ideas while at the same time pronouncing how we must go beyond our partisan bigotries.
The wonderful Magical Stimulus Tree
is that other great money tree
whose money apparently
doesn't mean debt.
This Stimulus Tree comes from the warm snowy land
of candycane lamps and gumdrops.
The bills from this tree mean Change and Hope.
You know the kind that is meant: hope
for the continuation of bloodless comfort
and the continuation of babies' spilled blood.
So, let us hope the bills from this Stimulus Tree
are not the same moneys of late
which they are hoping to stimulate.
Let us hope indeed, that this money tree
does really come (if you will only believe it enough)
from the warm snowy land of candycane lamps