There just seems to be a churning and a weird energy, whatever, around the blogs today.
I haven't been able to stop crying all morning. I'm going through my own personal rough patch but this is something else. Maybe it's Burma. The monks have been in my thought for several days now...
It's like an atmosphere, not of doom, but rather the morning of what we all know will (continue to) be a long and costly battle against the forces of darkness.
And we haven't been enough to end this administration.
Fox News continues to lie.
The war continues to kill.
The economy, stupid.
Veterans are treated like shit.
The battle seems too damn large.
And then I see a W sticker on a Lexus SUV during carpool today. I know where my crowbar is, too, but I'm running late.
Are we enough? I hate to let Kenneth Branagh answer for me, but his Henry V is his best, anyhow.
We bloggers, the modern day version of a small band of brothers. Modern-day '50's commie eggheads, more like. But still. If you are on the battlefield with me, we are family. We happy few. Sigh.
update: I posted my Quaker take on this at the sister site.