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December 31, 2012

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret...

"As I watch the entire grand circus of the Enlightenment collapsing, I can only laugh.

But at which group of clowns? The Ringmasters, who will kill everyone under the Big Top if they have to in order to keep them inside the turnstiles? The acrobats, who frantically throw pratfall after pratfall in the face of the audience in order to keep them from noticing that the kingpole is broken? Or the butchers, cooly hawking crap to the rubes in the seats even as the top begins to fall?
No. My laughter is reserved for the audience -- the jaded gentry, the schoomarms, the empty-eyed, slack-jawed food tubes who shucked out their wealth in the belief that the circus was better than reality, and that the show could go on forever.
So, Mister Bandmaster! Strike up the "Stars and Stripes Forever" for one last time. The Big Top is on fire, and nobody's going to get out before it all falls down in flames around them.
New Years' Resolution: resist the urge to say "I told you so" as the firing squad takes aim. Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret... "-- B Lewis comment on Side-Lines: The American public believes itself to be free,

Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 31, 2012 4:55 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I looked it up for you:

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret.
You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.
Book I, epistle x, line 24.

Quintus Horatius Flaccus (65 BCE – 8 BCE), known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading lyric poet in Latin.

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Posted by: Fat Man at December 31, 2012 6:09 PM

Tru' dat.

Posted by: vanderleun at December 31, 2012 7:13 PM

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