We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
T.S.Elliot The Hollow Men (1925)
Welcome.
This is to be my political blog--where I, a lone conservative in the neighborhood of Allston/Brighton--can vent about the idiocy that I see around me.
Yes, yes, I know--"Just what the world needs, more whinnging over politics". Too true, there is a great deal of horseapples spread around the digital frontier over politics. I would hope that, with a dash of style and a dollop of wit, I could provide some distraction from the typical, and intrigue enough souls to make this blog worthwhile. While I'm at it, I might very well stir up a little chaos in our fair city, maybe cause a scandal or two--wouldn't that be fun?
Besides, it's my soapbox--I can whinge if I like to.
I hope to prove interesting to watch.
Sincerely, your humble host,
William Claude Rhaines
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