Shakespeare Anagram: King Lear
Saturday, November 3rd, 2012From King Lear:
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O! I have ta’en
Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Hurricane Sandy was a tragedy of the steepest stuff: power loss, floods, treks, homes lost, and death.
How should we justify exactly who we are?
The next test, this election ahead, is to choose among two discussed philosophies.
Romney sulks “Every man for himself.” Shut up!
Obama defends “We’re all in this together,” as he had heeded.
Help us keep up the push to stay there for one another.
Vote.