The Silver Trumpet Brayed

Oh, the voices were raised though less in anger than feigned loyalty to causes long forgotten and long ignored. Opposition? - more children's games, the shaking of sticks that would be guns and the pointless hail of words whose barbs were of little consequence falling as they did upon useless shields whose thin planks could not have suffered stones.

So what was the point? A victory? I think not, just that little sense of importance, that little show of power, that spitting against the wind which could only do him harm could he but see it. And so, pissed off again his name will be mentioned in dispatches again, and again for all the wrong reasons and when the slightest reason arises to replace him he will be gone. Why can he not see it, condemning himself almost before he has begun.

posted by Weasel @ 7:55 AM