No Art is Forever
I found myself unaccountably sad yesterday evening after reading of the possible suicide of the Iraqi Minister of Information, or as Shep Smith named him, Baghdad Bob. I don’t know why I was so drawn to that man, but apparently I am not alone.
Then I read USSClueless's piece (20030415.2307) concerning the validity and possible derivation of Salaam Pax.
I guess it is the bucket of cold water on the flame of hope feeling I am feeling just now, but this has saddened me, too. Perhaps it was the thought that, since the postings had stopped just about the time the phone and electricity were reported to have gone out in Baghdad, once everything was restored, the postings would resume. And everything would be allright again . . .
I have oft been accused of being too cynical. I guess what that belies is the ever-present desire to believe – to hope for the best. I am a great audience member because I want to suspend my disbelief.
Call me naïve. Call me Pollyanna. Just don’t call me late for the happy ending. Sheesh.
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