I was just thinking about Watergate. How history repeats itself. First as tragedy, second as farce, third as porn.
I feared in my heart that history would not be rewritten. That no matter how many battles we might win, victory would remain forever out of reac
History repeats itself. First as tragedy and then as farce.
History is war and slavery and holding your dead son in your arms. There’s no point in protecting history, so we might as well just burn it all down.
History is earned. You win the day, and then you win the day after, and you do the same thing every day until you’re dead. And you’re remembered not for the winning, but because you never lost.
All of our endings can be found in our beginnings. History repeats itself, and there is no escape.
A country is its history, the sum of all its stories, we are what our fathers made us.
You may as well read the Bible for its history which, it goes without saying, is a fool’s errand fit only for idiot children.
You know, throughout history, I bet every old man probably said the same thing. And old men die, and the world keeps spinning.
Who knows why people in history did good things? For all we know Jesus was trying to get the loaves and fishes account.
The world may not be moving fast enough for us but its likely moving much to quickly for them. These are not the kind of men who like to make history.
The fascinating thing about history is, it always repeats itself.
