Wednesday October 16th 2013 Tim
There is a sort of mood out there. Nor is it a
comfortable mood. It is a sense of being manipulated, taken for
granted. Frustrating. A pissed-offed-ness. Another way of describing it
would be to say, "we are being pecked to death by Ducks."
And interesting enough the Ducks
that are doing the pecking are quite convinced they will never be roasted on
spits, their bones laid politely on the compost pile. And I guess the other
button hole to engage is, "Are we a democracy or some sort of awful television show."