For reasons I can't recall I was poking about in the aged recesses of my work email, and I came across a July 4th ready poem I wrote 15 or 16 years ago. It might have had something to do with a patriotic poetry contest my library ran, but regardless of that I feel that this, and some of the other detritus I came across, clearly indicates I had the blogging impulse long before I started clerkmanifesto. I'm pretty sure I've had the blogging impulse for 40 years. But let's say I started clerkmanifesto 16 years ago. Can you imagine? Go ahead and imagine.
I have. And here is what I decided:
All the same people would be here right now, but we'd all be a very tiny amount more tired.
And so, with only a small amount more further ado, here it is for you, from the archives. Happy Fourth. This goes out to the great, rambling list of victims: