When, lo, as they reached the mountain side,
A wonderous portal opened wide,
As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;
And the piper advanced and the children followed,
And when all were in to the very last,
The door in the mountain side shut fast.
Did I say, all? No! One was lame,
And could not dance the whole of the way;
And in after years, if you would blame
His sadness, he was used to say,--
"It's dull in our town since my playmates left!
The Pied Piper of Hamlin - Robert Browning
This is a trying period for me, when most of the people I would ever want to hang out with are besotted by Barack Obama and I, like the little crippled boy who couldn't run fast enough to follow the piper of Hamlin, am left behind.
But as the poet once said that is how the cookie crumbleth.
After all these years I have to trust my instincts and intuitions in areas where I have spent enough time ruminating for my subconscious to cough up interesting stuff.
As my readers surely have noticed by now, I have the worst hunches, whim whams and heebjeebies as far as The One is concerned.
If I had to describe metaphorically what it is about him and what surrounds him that sets my teeth on edge I would call it "George Orwell meets Walt Disney".
Really the worst and most unforgivable thing would be for time to prove me right. I am sure there will be people that instead of congratulating me for my perspicaciousness will think it's all my fault for holding such negative thoughts.
I am quite understanding about all those trundling off to the "wondrous mountain": If I were a kid there is no way I could resist the peer pressure on this one, but I'm not a kid anymore and I can... so I will.
I sure hope that in the future, finally enough people dig their way out of that hill to at least put together a pickup soccer match. DS