Pity the Wordsmiths their thankless task of trying to ‘call a pig a pig‘ without insulting the owner. Pity the Activist who dares to cry foul when a ‘demonstration‘ turns ugly. Pity the Person-of-Integrity who has to stand at photo-ops listening to carefully parsed bullshit that only weakens the knees. Pity the Politician who cannot speak his mind for fear of losing votes and thus his job.
There is no doubt in my mind that the kind of governmental gridlock we have is what we deserve. And this is how it begins. We offer little ‘white lies‘ to avoid a civil war that might destroy the Movement. But after all is ‘said-and-done‘ we have find that we have lost our very souls.