We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood-it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, “Too late.” There is an invisible book of life that faithfully records our vigilance or our neglect.
Those words have returned via the campaign of Barack Obama. And with all the talk of voting, apparently folk in the great state of Texas couldn’t wait their turn.
Mrs. Ink reports that the School Clerk spent the whole morning turning folk away who were trying to vote.
Thats all laudable and all, but there was one problem.
TEXAS DOESN’T VOTE UNTIL MARCH FOURTH!!!!
(although early voting starts February 19-29)
As Super Mardi Gras winds down into Ashy Wednesday, one thing seems obvious: (although I will be getting my report on when its all said and done)
We got a long way to go, boys and girls.
I bet Michigan and Florida wish they had stayed their ass in place now, don’t they.