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Daily Archives: December 4, 2005
No Useful Illusions
What useful illusions we once had are gone: that governments serve, that the lowliest pawns with slow forward motion may yet become kings. How quickly it seems that the simplest things become complicated and mired in deceit, and minor successes … Continue reading
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Tagged catastrophes, disasters, frustration, governments, Hurricane Katrina, illusions, New Orleans, recovery
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