Not Farewell, But Fare Forward

Dr. X posts this from the Carpe Diem Lounge at Marcel Proust International Airport in Lyon:

"Time is so fleeting, apparitions rise up, full of breath and blood and bone, and then are gone, flashing out like so many fireflies in the night. Farewell to all of you, farewell...

"Farewell Conrad Burns, farewell to your firefighter-hating, bribe-taking, lame-ass cowboy pose.

"Farewell Mr. Allen, without you, how would we know the true meaning of macaca?

"Perhaps, as this author suggests, you could go on tour together. Now that you have no role in government, perhaps your foolish antics could be redirected to bring smiles to the bright faces of children somewhere. Iraq, perhaps?"