What Goes Around, Comes Around?

To My Fellow Captives:

Reading the Bozeman Daily Chronicle (struggling to stomach anything past the police reports), I noticed the briefs. Apparently in Great Falls a “Woman pleads guilty in the death of her infant son.” I sat pondering down at the already deteriorating newsprint and thought, perhaps, she thought her son might age and come back to kill his father. It neglected to inform us if the child had a club foot. Too bad her son wasn’t older, she and her daughters could’ve rip him limb from limb. Surely that would've made Agavê proud (perhaps proud is too positive, but it will have to do for now). At least then, it would have been slightly more tragic to play out.

Nothing has been new since it was old. Of course, this makes perfect sense, for we fear things that have already happened to us. Phobias of spiders, falling, snakes; even though we have never seen, felt, heard, tasted any of these things. Apparently, Professor Trout would be proud that I took something away from his 210 class. However, the stories and events themselves continue to replay themselves. Why else would Chris Matthews’ book Hardball be so much like Machiavelli’s The Prince (perhaps even Aristotle before him)? As the old cliché goes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Depending upon your political views, the war in Iraq can be compared to Vietnam. Or George Bush to Creon and Jane Fonda to Antigone (as was provided in class). Apparently we are slaves to the cyclical nature of events.

Faithfully Bound to Classical Events;
The Growing Unpopular Slave to the “Old”