Im going to be a tragic figure like Gorbachev. The chaos of Glasnost will lead to longing for the good ol days of Stalin, where despite state murder, everyone at least had Funky Fridays and Office quotes.

Jefe and I have traditionally gotten along well but this last one stuck in my craw for some reason. I have been known to have 1 week suspensions die in the first 12 hours but I just got tired of the rapid increase of rules and pseudo rules.

"Men rejoice at being led like cattle again, with the terrible gift of freedom that brought them so much suffering removed from them . . . . We will convince them that they will only be free when they have surrendered their freedom and submitted to us . . . . Freedom, free thought, and science will lead them into such straits and will bring them face to face with such marvels and insoluble mysteries, that some of them, the fierce and rebellious, will destroy themselves, others, rebellious but weak, will destroy one another, while the rest, weak and unhappy, will crawl fawning to our feet and whine to us: 'Yes, you were right, you alone possess His mystery, and we come back to you, save us from ourselves!'"

Luckily everyone knows that I alone possess the mystery.

And what of the valiant?