His generational self-awareness was an odd dichotomy: a young man, well-read and cognizant of current events, aware of what is expected of people his age and content to deliver no more than that with notes of a detached, disaffected regret.
The World Moves On;
With the Bush years now just a memory, Kos’s blog has lost its mission, and its increasingly rudderless posts read like talking points from the Democratic National Committee.
The World Moves On.
The idea of stomping on the terra is new for the old guard, and the kids who have started to climb the masts and run the boats have the look of new cops at a riot. They are hungry for violence and feel the rhythm of a yet-begun protracted battle thrumming in their veins.
This is incredible. America has met in Washington and history is here, in the fluid present.
I hear accents from all over the world. So check that, I suppose. The world has met in Washington.
(Originally published in Boston’s Weekly Dig. This is a revised version.)
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