They might be kittens," she said hopefully. "They're stalking us. " "They might be shy. " "I don't think it's kittens, Valkyrie. " "Puppies, then?
History teaches us that the capacity for things to get worse is limitless.
When war becomes the most profitable course of action, we can certainly expect more of it.
As a form of government, imperialism does not seek or require the consent of the governed. It is a pure form of tyranny. The American attempt to combine domestic democracy with such tyrannical control over foreigners is hopelessly contradictory and hypocritical. A country can be democratic or it can be imperialistic, but it cannot be both.
History teaches us that the capacity of things to get worse is limitless. Roman history suggests that the short, happy life of the American republic may be coming to its end. . . the US will probably maintain a facade of constitutional government and drift along until financial bankruptcy overtakes it.
The term blowback, which officials of the Central Intelligent Agency first invented for their own internal use,. . . refers to the unintended consequences of policies that were kept secret from the American people. What the daily press reports as the malign act of terrorists or drug lords or rogue states or illegal arms merchants often turn out to be blowback from earlier American operations.
Imperial politics represents the conquest of domestic politics and the latter's conversion into a crucial element of inverted totalitarianism. It makes no sense to ask how the democratic citizen could 'participate' substantively in imperial politics; hence it is not surprising that the subject of empire is taboo in electoral debates. No major politician or party has so much as publicly remarked on the existence of an American empire.
I had gotten to the point where I was either going to play the violin much better or I was going to break it over my knee.
I like to watch soccer, no matter what teams or players are in the field.
. . . prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.
In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.