Well, there you have it America; if you don’t know what time it is by now, you never will. Many years ago the US Army offered me a free ride to West Point Military Academy. Just think, being of the same generation as Betrayus, I could have been one of those bloodthirsty ghouls frying innocent people, mishandling secret information, and giving those secrets to a modern-day Mata Hari for some afternoon delight. Gotta love that just-f#%&$d look on their faces.
O Fortuna,
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decresis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatum
dissolvit glaciem.
(O Fortune,
variable
as the moon,
always dost thou
wax and wane.
Detestable life,
first thou dost mistreat us,
and then, whimsically,
thou headest our desires.
As the sun melts the ice,
so dost thou dissolve
both poverty and power.)
Now that fortune has crushed him on the wheel and Mata Hari completed her task, I wonder if the poor general wails:
Manda liet,
manda liet,
min gazelle
chumet niet.