The Silver Trumpet Brayed

That which was once a pleasure has become a pain. There has been too much interference from outside and from those who have their own particular axes to grind and seek to hide their own mediocrity by attacking the efforts of their superiors. There has been too much emphasis on what things look like rather than what they really are, too much disrespect and too much labelling of those who speak out as dissidents.

Too many things have gone wrong.

It's bad enough when attacks come from outside, but when the body itself rebels, when the invaders are already here and attacking from within, then hope fades and the will to fight is dulled and we are left with just enough energy to crawl up the stairs and go to bed hoping that if and when we wake it will all have gone away. But I know that it will not.

posted by Weasel @ 8:51 PM