From the brilliant neoneocon: To strike, or not to strike: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous Assad, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To attack: to dither No more; and by attack to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That Syria is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To act, to attack; To attack: perchance to depose: ay, there’s the rub; For in its wake what next may come Whether or not Assad shuffles off this worldwide stage, Should give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of intervention; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of chemical war, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his mark make With a bare missile? who would tyrants bear, To defy the red lines that he drew? But that the dread of something afterward, The unknown consequences in whose grip A legacy might founder, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.–Soft you now! The fair MSM! Sycophants, in thy orisons Be all my sins forgotten. neoneocon/
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 04:08:59 +0000
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