After 9 years writing 4,000 comments, I am now persuaded speech existed long before the discovery the human voice could be represented by symbols. Hear ye, Marco, Cruz, Trump, Carly, Ben, John, John, Chris, Rick, and Mike. (Oh, Jeb!) The eloquence of Shakespeare speaks to the maudlin gonging of old mantras of insufficiency to be solved by the insufficient who promise even greater eras of insufficiency–I can’t spell but I do know the difference between surfeit and sparse.
The surplus has gone to the rich! Will one of the GOP candidates reach across to agree with Bernie–or is wealth more toxic than immigration? The rumble is about terrorism–but don’t workers lives matter? Aren’t cuts to healthcare as deadly as hollow point bullets?
And what did Marco say? No, to Cuba, based on a 50 year old grudge. Yes and no to immigration, a wash. Yes to friends’ political requests. For him, limited government seems to mean limiting benefits to benefactors and family.
To which Shakespeare, speaking in Macbeth, shows uncanny prescience:
It is the season of much ado. And:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. . .
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Marco Rubio Doesn’t Add Up – The New York Times http://nyti.ms/1mzEdP6