The commentators are speechless and horrified, they escape into old habits, it can't be helped. Oppression and freedom fighting justifications, suddenly a cry for peace. But peace must be kept, it will not care for itself. Only intention is needed, there will be peace. But not now.
The fall of D.C. games, the whacked out fools, the reds, the blues, the hoodies, the cooties. But that's all fine, just fine, we got football. Another dark winter from our leader, three in a row. Cut the invite lists again this year, protect everybody with needles and masks. Spy on us.
The first thing will be the arrests and indictments, then we'll move to the trials. Peers will be eager, ready to serve, ready to judge. The evidence will speak for itself. Bribes are easy, blackmail is hard. Only the lonely know peace.