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Politics : Dutch Central Bank Sale Announcement Imminent? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: dave rose who wrote (17887)	4/8/2003 3:31:48 PM
From: sea_urchin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 81187

Hi Dave, and you are right --- that's not something I like. I must say, however, that I do agree with this bit, although not the way Rooney sees it: >>>There is truly a war within a war playing out now. A war in the homes…schools… media…Hollywood…music business…churches…in black and Hispanic America too. It’s a war for our hearts and minds, and it’s on! An era is ending—the era of dominant evil. It has held power for so long. Too long. But alas, the light of day is coming. The old order and the emperor’s new clothes have been exposed. Yes, he is naked, and is he ugly! This is why we see so much desperation worldwide. It is actually a good thing to witness because it has brought all of our enemies out into the cold light.<<< In fact, when I read it, I kept thinking of this classic poem, especially the part in italics: Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of "Spiritus Mundi" Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -- William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"