And I am not the only one who senses an attempt at restoration by the ragged remnants of the once dominant clan. This from yesterday's comments:
Just like the OK Corral... the gunfighters are slipping back into town. Torres and Joffe at the Re-Org. Doyle sliding out from under his rock. Mosca appears after a suspicious absence. Buchanan is chairing the CRA Oversight Committee. Yep... there's going to be a shootout... featuring our money...
At least Nancy looks comfy. But what is that furry emanation just to her right? Does it speak in tongues and beg for kibble? We dare wish not to know. And who is it that has been drinking the Starbucks venti? Is that why Joe's knees are together? If only he could force himself to break away from that conversation long enough to seek his badly needed relief.
Then again, instead of the cowboy imagery left by that generous poster from yesterday, I would go with a more recent movie metaphor. Such as the time when Lord Voldebart called in from the 4 corners of this world his equally troubling and occult colleagues, done in hopes of ridding the planet once and for all of the only true threat to their flickering half-lives, Harry Potter.
These dark forces have picked up the fallen banner and are gathering. Their cowled and muttering attorneys? Also on the march. But they can only win if you don't show up next Thursday to the Planning Commission public hearing on the Kensington and Measure V.