So there's much more to be said about the incidents of last week -- and I want to say it, even though the people who should hear it most appear to be utterly incapable of comprehension. But that'll have to wait. In the meantime, though, here are a few lines from a poem/song I intend to write.

His suffering brought them no salvation
on the contrary, it brought them joy
for man's heart delights in the torment
of a sad little boy

I think it would be neat to be a songwriter.