Things fall apart; Pacifica cannot hold;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Salvation of Pacifica is at hand.
The Second Salvation of Pacifica! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Democracy Now
Troubles my sight: somewhere in alternative media
A sound with a progressive body and the head of a Democratic Party
politician,
An echo blank and pitiless as thunder,
Is moving its incomprehensible lips, while all about it
Real noises from the indignant worker slaves,
The silence drops again; but now we know
That twenty years of stony struggle
Were vexed to incomprehension by some ascending egos,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
This is the way that Pacifica ends
This is the way that Pacifica ends
This is the way that Pacifica ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
Jim "Selections from the prophets of Pacifica's future." D