With apologies to Shakespeare
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from vote to vote,
To the last days of my term,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to party politics. Yea, Yea goes the bought vote!
A politician’s life is but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets an hour upon the stage,
And then is hear no more. A tale
Told by idiots, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
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