I originally posted a version of this blog in March, 2023 when the Great DeSanitizer was still laying the groundwork for his triumphant march to the White House. But given recent events it seems relevant still and therefore worth reposting.
Because, of course, if we don’t learn from history we are doomed to repeat it.
Ozymandias
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Welcome back to the desert King….um…I mean Guv. Please refrain from adding to Florida’s decay, for the remainder of your term.
FreeGNV 