Wednesday, June 06, 2018

I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill...


Bobby Kennedy died at 1:44 AM, fifty years ago today.

On April 4 I was preoccupied with personal turmoil and failed to properly acknowledge the 50th of the assassination of
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., so consider it so acknowledged now.

It might be tempting to boast about how much progress we've made in half a century, but looking around today, it's pretty clear that we haven't.
America was being ripped apart then, and thanks to the toxic polarizing effect of the orange Oaf of Office, the country often seems on the verge of a civil war now.

Mad world.

I'll be back to skewering scammers asap, but just wanted to take a moment.

Marginally related on this Whirled:
On arrogance, atonement, and ambivalence (11 September 2009)

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