In these waning moments he exits a visibly weary man, but still trying to deny the burden of the still developing history that he and his collaborators set in motion. For a larger man, given the shocks that the nation and world have sustained, there might be a hint of tragedy here at the end. But he lacks the awareness or moral sense to rise beyond a mundane fatigue, both for him and for the public restless for him to move on, tiring of seeing him on the stage.
(Notice: This diary contains horrific images of death and violence. These are not meant to titillate or entertain. Please do not permit children to view them. You might also consider turning off image loading in your browser. I take no pleasure in posting these images and know that you will not take pleasure in viewing them. If you are offended by them, you should be; if you find them obscene, it's because they are. I have tired of looking at images like these and crying for the past several years, but I can not look away from what has been done in our name, away from the children that we have lost. Please understand, and Peace.)
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