Too Absent Herald

in hypocrisy assembled.

You’ve had your share of electoral shames,
But the media’s been kind, and the down’s have been few.
I guess I could pity, that you’ve been lobbied,
I guess I could say it’s because of the money…

If anyone should ever write your session’s story,
For whatever defense case you might seek,
I’ll be there, between each line of induced pain and glory,
‘Cause You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me.
Oh, You’re the most pitiful thing, I’ll ever live to see.

Oh, you’ll say that in hard times you must be hard,
But that the red, white, and blue must make it through.
Well, for every moment that you compound you’re craven ($$) interest,
That’s a moment (and a $) I’ll spend trying to oust you.

If anyone should ever write your session’s story
For whatever defense you might seek,
Mmm, I’ll be there, between you and any redemption you seek,
‘Cause you’re the worst thing, that ever happened to me.

Oh you can hear the founder’s saying,
You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me….

and the Bill of Rights joins in: with
You’re the worst thing, I’ve ever lived to see.

Right now, hand to Olympus, you’ll never guess what I’m doing.

I’m proctoring Friday night study hall. Yes, it’s a punishment, of sorts, and yes, I can barely keep myself from turning it into some sort of Donald Sutherland scene of me sitting on the floor telling them all how “we stopped the guns, man.”

I just got back from visiting some junior schools north of the Mason-Dixon, and I didn’t feel like that, then. It really has to do with something… something in the air here. I’ve never confronted regionalism to this extent. Annapolis was humid, and a little slow.

Wait. It wasn’t really slow, so much as, well, provincial. Not unenlightened (it had a ballet), but self-centered, navel-gazing, in a way that you either forsake or succumb to, but never can alter.

In Baltimore, during a discussion of places we had aall lived and places we could return to… it seemed that Annapolis stopped all conversation. There’s simply nothing to be done until the next great financial depression lowers the property values to something within market standards.