The Professionals Circuit Archive - Lost Idealism Lost Idealism by Joana Dey Haven't figured it out yet? You're fighting a war with the world-- and you're not going to win. Why keep trying? Give it up, Cade. Mr. Do-Good, trying to save us all, while destroying what you hold dear. You advocate an un-armed force, but carry a gun at your side. That double message cost a life you'd probably rather have spared. A man traded his for yours --which more precious?-- one of the few still loyal --albeit misguided, and finally lethal. Is it a loss you feel, Mr. Maverick Chief? Or do you just go about every day replacing what's disappeared? You alienate those who would help. And ignore ones who disagree with whatever new policy you make, then ram down the throats of the souls you think to save. People don't change overnight, Cade; you can't make a new world, when the town you're in turns away. Dedication to duty...where's Marie? How warmly does such commitment enfold at the end of the day? When you wake in the black of unending night and there's nothing and nobody there, do you wish, very quietly, for idealism to drain, leaving room for the life of a man? It's been long enough now you should have learned patience. To think and then speak-- check who's in front or in back, listening and weighing each word spewing forth from your hapless mouth? What you say, what you think, is not what 'they' hear, those faceless enemies as they to show the whole world what a joke is their Maverick Chief. They'll twist and turn and show upside down the very depths of your hurting old soul. No remorse or compassion stops any of them while they dance as they plan for your grave. They'll bury you deep, Alan Cade; deep and so fast down below! No-one will see; no-one will miss the noble reformer who tried to transform their world. Give it up, Mr. Cade, stop trying. Or do you like air around you, filled with deep-lasting rancour; constricting your lungs with hostility each time you attempt a new breath? It's our fault I know, choice was ours we picked you, it's our shame. You aren't what we thought you were. Get out now, before threats amplify and become a removal by death. Think hard, Alan Cade, and in what you decide, be wise: the world can't be saved by a man with a hole where his heart used to be Archive Home