Color Me Done

Daphne at Jaded Haven sings the finale.

And this comment thereto says it all:

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...Then Toynbee, the warnings of Jefferson, Spengler, and Pop de Boyle, all 5′ 5″ of whom fought in the Pacific with three brothers even shorter.

“Lance.”

“Yeah, Pop.”

“See those idiots with their pants hanging off their skinny asses?”

“Yup.”

“See any adults kicking them down the street?”

“Nope.”

“That means it’s over, Son.”

“Why?”

“Because if we won’t stifle even the simple show of slovenliness and arrogance, we sure can’t recognize let alone defeat any serious enemies—and right now we’ve got a dozen. Families hollowed out, men sissified or hog tied, schools day treatment centers for imbeciles with an IQ of 85, a philosophy that obviates any philosophy but itself, government moving towards fascism and the masses don’t know it and the mandarins like it. People imprisoned for selling a plant. Cops with body armor. TV celebrating depravity that is merely boring. All thought reduced to ‘Yo.’ And hardly anyone can change the spark plugs. Our lives are a dreamworld punctuated by pathetic orgasms elicited by plastic faces.”

“What should I do, Pop?”

“It’s in Isaiah and Ecclesiastes, boy. But I would arm myself, too, if I were you.”