Things Fall Apart
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconier
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Win or lose, there's going to be a brief window for political types to some formin', stormin' and normin' before they have to start performing again in the great dance of 2008.
On my side of things, there are lots of fights waiting to break out, some of which flare up already.
There's a huge brewing battle in the incoming wave -- not my people, but the 30 and 40-somethings -- over slices of the pie, positions of influence, credit and blame. I also think there's a reckoning coming with the men from the women, who have not been that well represented lately.
There's also an internet fight waiting to happen between the younger, smaller, more hungry and open companies (like mine, but also a lot of others) and the existing biggies of online campaigns, none of whom are really exemplary. That should be fun.
Over on the other side, with the prospect of power slipping away, it would appear that there's blood in the water. I don't have much insight, but since I know our fight is going to be real and hard and brutal for a bit, I certainly hope they clobber one-another too, and maybe even bust up some of their hellish coalitions for a while.
Will be intersting to watch and be a part of. I'm not really directly engaged in this national election -- although local issues are piquing my interest. In truth I'll probably get more engaged afterwards, when the course-charting for '08 begins.