[Rummyfan]

The words seem apt to our time. Anarchy loosed upon the world and the best among us lack conviction while the worst run rampant.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre 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.

[Dead Corpse]

Glad someone posted that... Came here to do so if none other had...