I met a traveler from a Midwest Park
Who said–“A vast and legless trunk of stone
Stands in the city. . . . Near it, in the dark,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown
Of cold contempt, and wrinkled lip, and smirk,
Tell that its builder well those passions read
Which yet survive, here shown on lifeless maw
That builder mocked them, and the greed which fed.
And on the pedestal, these words appear:My name is Obamandias, Shahanshah;
Look on, ye bitter clingers, and despair!”
Much else besides remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, endless and sad
The vast and filthy slums stretch far away.
Too bad Barack doesn’t seem to have had much time for the English Romantic Poets. He might have gleaned something from the original, here.
PS: I’m still thinking about the other known fact about this edifice (there aren’t that many, other than that it’s seriously underwater, financially), which is that there won’t be a shred of paper in it. Everything will be digital. Pictures on the wall or shadows on a screen. Things that can be altered, added to, or taken away, at will. Because none of those things are are actually real. Sort of like the Leftist (and Tucker, and Candace) view of history. “Today, Churchill’s the hero!” “Tomorrow, Churchill’s the villain!” Then, it was “Thumbs up, Truman and the atomic bomb!” Now, it’s “Truman’s deployment of the atomic bomb was demonic!”
And whatever happens–on both, or either of their parts–it’s all the fault of the Jews!”
You get the idea!
Students of Corinthians, Plato, Brothers Grimm, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, and any average citizen who’s ever awoken one day to discover that this–or that–bit of his digital movie, work of literature, or any other sort of thing he thought was immutable based on his observation of actual contemporaneous historical fact, has been altered to suit the current political narrative, without his knowledge or consent, please take note
My advice. Buy the book. On paper. Immutable. Just saying.
