abe, abe, go away.

this lincoln crap has just got to end. that piece refers to it as a 'cult of leadership,' and enthusiastically embraces it on that basis. really everybody wants to be lincoln's paula broadwell. and in all seriousness, everybody really is looking for their petraeus: the man we can worship. were there a god, he would be growing angry that we are giving what is due to him to each other. these various cults of leadership, of course, mean nothing except that you are desperate to be subordinated; it really is, i believe, fundamentally erotic: one should look on lincoln as a super-boring fifty shades of gray. or maybe it's a bit more pitiful than that. i'll just lay here while you do me. please please move on to something or someone else. i'm kind of pissed off at john wilkes booth: that lincoln is dead makes him impossible to kill.