Back For But a Moment

It has been some time since I've been able to put up a post, Largely because I've found myself living through the whole five acts of Hamlet. Hopefully this situation finds its way to a happier ending.

You see, Shakespeare applies in every circumstance. Here are the highlights from the last week worth of intrigue with Young Liberals of Canada in BC:

Young Idealist Demands Justice

Hamlet

Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--

He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,

Popp'd in between the election and my hopes,

Thrown out his angle for my proper life,

And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience,

To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,

To let this canker of our nature come

In further evil?

Both Young Princes wounded in their strife:

Laertes

Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;

I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

Hamlet

O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:

Treachery! Seek it out.

A Confession of Treachery:

Laertes

It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;

No medicine in the world can do thee good;

In thee there is not half an hour of life;

The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,

Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise

Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,

Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:

I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.

Seems some things never change although in case it is somewhat difficult to determine exactly where the King's interference ocurred. The evidence is there though. Hopefully the poison turns out to be less toxic.

(For those of you utterly confused, my apologies. For the remainder, let's not all fall on our swords unless we must)