Is that difficult?

Is it like baking, wherein the proportion of ingredients is key?

Or is it more like a soup, in which one has to tend to the balance of flavors, one against another?

Perhaps history is like a pie: the filling is easy, but the crust will fuck you up.

If history is like a stir-fry, then it's all in remembering which vegetables cook most quickly, and adding them in inverse proportion.

Come on, people: history occurs when time passes. History makes itself, without any special help from us.

Okay, okay: there was a time when I had plenty of team spirit. I was even happy when William Jefferson Clinton appointed the first female attorney general.

You see where this is going, right? Down to Texas, to the small town where Janet Reno made her mark.

These days I don't give anyone points for having ovaries. Nor for having a good suntan from birth.

And history will bury its dead.

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