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  • Writer's pictureMandella Green

2.8. Hatshepsut, Hamlet and Rom-Communism

“To be, or not to be, that is the question”

(from Hamlet)

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause—there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

“I believe in communism, Rom-communism, that is....Gentlemen, believing in rom-communism is all about believing that everything's gonna work out in the end. Now, these next few months might be tricky, but that's just 'cause we're going through the dark forest. Fairy tales do not start, nor do they end, in the dark forest."

Ted Lasso, “Rainbow” Season 2

Dying Breed

There's gonna be opposition

Ain't no way around it

But if you're looking for strong and steady

Well baby, you found it

We'll weather the coldest night

Baby, we're a dying breed

When everyone's compromising

I'll be your diehard

I'll be there when water's rising

I'll be your lifeguard

We're cut from a stained glass mountain

Baby, we're a dying breed

Na na na na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na na

When facing the wind got wicked

We rallied and raised up

So now if she comes back kicking

We'll know what we're made of

There's gonna be opposition

But we've got everything we need

Ooh, baby, we're a dying breed

From the coveted touch of a girl in love

I was lifted by the sound of a spirit in need

Baby, we're a dying breed

I don't know what you want from me

Sometimes I don't know what to do

It's like I'm screaming in a dream

It's like I can't get through

What if we're not prepared for this?

What if we just can't find the trail?

Then I remember the promise I made

And the way that I fell

For the coveted touch of a girl in love

I was taken by the sound of a spirit in need

Baby, we're a dying breed

We've got everything we need

Baby, we're a dying breed

Songwriters: Alex Cameron / Brandon Flowers / Jonathan Rado / Michael Crossey

Dying Breed lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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