RSS- The battle for Ocheretyne
- Supreme Court oral arguments to be heard on April 25 about presidential immunity for official acts
- Nasa’s Voyager-1 sends usable data from deep space
- The Wondrous Oak
- Three Seas Summit: Vilnius 2024
- Tit for tat until it all goes boom
- Deadly H5N1 avian influenza strain detected on mainland Antarctica
- “BYD is launching its next-gen Blade EV battery soon with more range and even lower cost”
- Iran launches air attacks on Israel
- ISW on the developing Ukrainian defense industrial base and Russias strikes on the Ukrainian energy infrastructure
That poem about sums it up.
How more grim can it get?
A lot, I suppose.
I once served in the Fig Leaf Contingent, so I understand and rage in frustrated sympathy as I see it once more deployed: this time as the Buy Time Brigade.
I have no reason for immediate hope, but I do see some signs of longer-term possibilities. Meanwhile, I go on writing my poems. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never forget my friends and high school classmates who perished in a misguided crusade. Some well-meaning people have counseled me many times to “just forget about it.” I always reply that if I ever once let them escape my memory, then I will lose them forever. So I go on remembering. Only in that way can I keep even a little part of them alive for a little while longer.