BUSHSPEAK (from Shakespeare)

To stay or not to stay, that is the question. Whether ’tis more politically expedient in fact to garner petroleum revenues for outrageous fortune...or to sell more arms in a sea of troubles.

To die; to sleep; not us! we shall not slumber and will not cease this honypot endeavor.

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks that sons and daughters on both sides are heir to..’tis a consumation devoutly to be wished, since profits multiply with their demise. To die, to sleep, perchance to dream, ah, there’s the rub; for in the sleep of death what nightmares may come? when we at last have shuffled off this mortal coil..we will allow our noble soldiers to bear the whips and scorns of war, the oppressive wrong, the law’s delay, the insolence of our highest leaders..those who cause our children to grunt and sweat under a weary life.

But that dread of some new war after this with an unrevealed country,from which actions most will not return...puzzles the will.

How conscience doth make cowards of us all! Lord, may all our sins not be remembered, but be lost in the hoary mists of time.

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