Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
MISTAKEN
The jury was supposed to speak for the victim. Instead they seemed to totally ignore the victim, support the celebrity predator and convict the victim's mother because she made them angry. I was so mistaken to think this was about saving children.
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