Picnic2

Another Ides of March has come and gone and I'm still breathing.
We sit, my friends and I, by the river of Babylon, under a cool love moon and a nice basket brimming with the fruits of our labours. We sing rousing subversive songs and we choose to hope that with a little bit of luck sooner or later we'll see an inimical corpse or two come bobbing by.
We know that hope is just another self-inflicted trap but we also know that: a) at least is our own trap and not one imposed by The Man, b) that we can walk out of it whenever we wish to and c) that us cultivating such outrageous attitudes annoys Elon Musk. That alone makes our day. And night, forsooth!
Easter soon come and with it the spring equinox. Have a lovely one.
Meanwhile have un po' di fairly arbitrary mu' and a timeless all-purpose quote.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqU6Xm4A784

Tradition says that Tiberius as often as he left the Senate-House used to exclaim in Greek, "How ready these men are to be slaves." Clearly, even he, with his dislike of public freedom, was disgusted at the abject abasement of his creature.
Tacitus. Annals. The reign of Tiberius