So I close, thanking God for giving us a president such as John Fitzgerald Kennedy, praying the Almighty to have mercy on this whole land.
Back when journalists knew how to write.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, Niyazov found himself at the helm of an independent nation and a cult of personality. Gas revenues funded a descent into an increasingly bizarre dictatorship — dogs were banned, hospitals and libraries were closed outside of the capital, and months of the year were renamed after members of his family. (via The City of White Marble: Ashgabat, Turkmenistan - In Focus - The Atlantic)
670 million without power? NBD.
I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks […] Half the walk is but retracing our steps. We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance, in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return, prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdoms. If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again—if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man—then you are ready for a walk.
Henry David Thoreau (via The Atlantic)