I am at my comfiest when I see the swamp rats in a state of panic.

Trying to rush shit through, demanding responses within 24h, hysteria all over the media are the lamentations of my enemy, to paraphrase Conan the Barbarian. They act as though they were in their last few minutes of life, clawing at grass sliding through their fingers as they hang from the precipice.

And its a beautiful thing.