Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
Such characters in colour dim I mark'd
Over a portal's lofty arch inscrib'd:
Whereat I thus: Master, these words import.
While Dante was writing about the entrance to hell this seems also perfectly suited to the Canada of today, Harper's Canada.
Those of us who pay attention thus are fully aware of Harper's numerous crimes against democracy and human decency are forced to look on in despair as far too many have pulled the covers up over their heads and assumed the fetal position.
Afraid to peak outside of their cocoons lest they be confronted by uncomfortable truths. So a prime minister who should be rode out of town on a rail and held up as an example of everything wrong in politics and society today still has a chance to win re-election.
Abandon all hope.....