Gravity well

The Norman Lebrecht quote on Ilkka Talvi's latest post pretty much sums up what I'm trying to say about the maelstrom sucking the life out of the SSO.

Our great leader sits in his bunker making his demands, throwing his tantrums, blaming everything other than himself, denying there's anything wrong.
Issuing pompous bull about everything being all hunky-dory.

Pathetic.
With a capital PAH!

We were great weren't we?
A shining beacon?
An icon of goodness and light?

But it's too late.
A pity, a pity.
Too late, too late.

The plug has been pulled and we swirl ever downward.
The lever has been pushed and we rush headlong down the tubes and into the sewer.

Leaving naught but a black hole of emptiness.
Moral, ethical, artistic even constitutional emptiness.

Even the sun shuns us, sinking lower and lower in the sky.

What's to be done?