It Was The Worst Of Times

It Was The Worst Of Times

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair..."

This sentence famously opened Charles Dickens' epic novel of the French Revolution, THE TALE OF TWO CITIES. The end of the 18th Century. The Terror in France. Heads lopped off by the guilotine. Royal heasds, aristocratic heads, few if any priests, beaucoup des citoyens. And there was more to come, as the king and emperors and all royalty from the ancien regime sought to overthrow the Republic, then came Napoleon. Victories, victories, adventure. An emperor. And then defeat. An exile.

We the world presently live in a time of chaos birthed by Donald Trump and every morning and afternoon and even before I go to bed I read about the evil of this man and ask, "Does he ever sleep?"

I've come to understand that 47 has been on drugs to keep Him going, but even He has to crash, the valium made that fast, then His AI persona takes the reins, driving his message from His CHAPgbt clone to complete a 24/7/365. There is no rest for the wicked. 47 eternal for this moment and the next and the next, but one day we will wake and say good riddance. And I thought to paraphrase THE TALE OF TWO CITIES.

"It was the worst of times with even worstest to come. It was an age of ignorance and religious fanatics. People believed what they had been told to believe and some believed in the beauty of nothingness. In the beginning there was the horseshoe crab.

And of course the words of Sydney Carton ascending the stairs to La Veuve or The Widow.

"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known." One of the greatest fare-wells from a ne'er-do-well ever, but we all not ready to go. Never without a fight.