i feel as though this has to be the most contientous civil duty to date in my little life. and yet i have been avoiding everything electoral by about a mile and a half. i'm not going to lie the fact that i don't have a television or a working doorbell has been a god send. but there in lies the guilt. the stupid guilt of ignornace, and in my supreme irishness for now its nothing more than a cup of coffee won't cure. but time is marching on.
A Dead Statesman
by Rudyard Kipling
I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies have proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?