Mayday! Mayday! Our Country Is In So Much Trouble That Thinkers And Fixers Are Urgently Needed II.
Every passing day tells the deliberate stubbornness and unwillingness of the present State Operators to heed the signs of the time. They enjoy the devious lines of courtjesters, they can't listen. They dance to the beats of wicked cheerleaders, they can't hear. They are made arrogant with the vile words and praises of sycophants, they ignore the 'Ides of March'. They are drawn to their lusts by wanderlust, they see themselves as Emperors. And they 'say nothing dey happen', like we are a conquered people. I pity them so much, I cry Mayday! I see before us a terrible tapestry…
