Fuck if I know...

...why there's any reason to want the future. Perhaps there's no reason whatsoever. It looks bleak. An enfeebled triangulator in the White House, a true boy kingling, handing out chunks of the commonhold to very moneyed interests. Escalating wars. Conservatives gone so crazy that they make the triangulators of the other corporate party seem positively, well, positive. Israel's "leadership" hell bent on provoking conflagration. Real jobs lost. Health care reform that is in fact a great and audacious maskirovka, handing out mandatory payroll receipts to insurance combines under the cover of "universal health care."

Bleak, I tells ya.

But, still - we must choose our futures.

Strike that.

Each person must choose his or her own, to best of his or her ability. Must. He must do "what he must, and not just what he can."

Even in the face of injustice, disloyalty, betrayal, death.

Choose this. Choose this fate, and fight.

Amor Fati.