The saddest part of this is that all of it is/was preventable. However, we got lazy. We forgot, perhaps on purpose, that the price of freedom is eternal vigilance
Are we there, yet? Are we there, yet? You promised Rainbow Ice Cream and fuzzy, pink, Unicorns when we got there! Are we there, yet? Are we there, yet? And why, Dear Leaders, does this Celestial Playground you’ve brought us to look an awful lot like the very pits of Hell? Has there been some huge misunderstanding, on our part, since we are so certain you would NEVER lie to or mislead us? So, do tell us please, Dear Leaders, are we there, yet?
Seems, whether we like it or not, whether we want to hear the true answer or not, that the truth is rising in a crescendo from a semi-imagined rasping on the wind, to an all-consuming cacophony, impossible to ignore, and perhaps, our Dear Leaders fear, impossible to deny.