Everybody grumble today!
But alas! Since that hope-inspiring January some three-and-a-half years ago, when we all dared to give in to the fantasy of Obama as the custodian of Hope, horror, fear, misinterpretation and horrid manners on an unprecedently epic scale have manifested themselves. Post-9/11, we have become our own worst enemy --- and there have been, I must admit, times when even I, a mere Mage, have grown pretty tired of navigating through it all. Still, I manage because there's no one else capable of doing so. That said, I'm sure ye be wondering as to why today's post hath been titl'd "Everybody grumble today!"?
Put simply, we are a society of grumblers. Even King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, like Merlin himself, lived to grumble. I cannot imagine a more furious breed of exhibitors of anger mismanagement than you Mortals: All of which, of course, makes your Dragonmaster even more determined to fulfill the task the High Istari gave me. And dammit, I'm gonna stay true to that mission be it the last thing I do!
I remind ye anew, New York: We're stuck wi' each other --- and, as your Unofficial Wizard, I'm gonna bring Creativity and Imagination back to this town even if I have to make like Rambo! Hast thou a problem wi' that, m'Lord?
Good. I thought not. Here's Dispatch from Dun Morogh and Ironforge.