“What can be done when an important fact is lost in a flood of impostors, and the voice of truth becomes drowned out in an ungodly din? When that voice, though freely resounding, cannot be heard, because the technologies of information have led to a situation in which one can receive best the message of him who shouts the loudest, even when the most falsely?” – Stanislaw Lem
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc… Tomorrow, December 19, 2016, the Electoral College will convene to allow the nation’s electors to cast their votes for President of the United States. In all likelihood, Donald Trump will become the nation’s 45th president.
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc… On January 20, 2017, Donald Trump will take the Oath of Office during the inauguration ceremony in Washington, DC.
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc… No matter who you are. No matter your party affiliation. No matter your race, your religion, your lack of religion… No matter who you are… If you are a citizen living in the United States of America, the second-hand on your clocks, watches, smart phones, tablets, will begin a countdown to the end of the country and quite possibly your lives.
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc… If you voted for Donald Trump and are convinced that he’s going to “make America great again,” I forgive you. If you didn’t vote for anyone, I forgive you. Both of you are going to face the same demise as those of us who voted, but did not vote for him. However, when the time comes, when the second-hand stops, I will be the first to stand, say to you and demand, “Own this moment! Own this horror! Own this end! And as you face this end with all the rest of us, may your last moments be marked by the unbearable guilt of your conscience!”
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic Toc… No. I’m not joking. I’m not sounding the alarm. There’s no need for an alarm. You’re already awake.
Tic Toc, Tic Toc, Tic…
It was on this date, June 21, 1905, that French existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre was born in Paris. Through his mother, Anne-Marie Schweitzer, Sartre was a great nephew of medical missionary Albert Schweitzer. He grew up fatherless and was reared by his grandfather, who called him Poulou. Working as a teacher from 1931 to 1945 […]