I expect a lot from the authors and posters here. I expect that you're informed on the issues of the day. I expect your stories to be true when portrayed as true, to the very best of your abilities. It is expecting a lot perhaps, but I've seen a sliver of your souls. And I'm comforted. For I am certain that you expect a lot of yourselves also. You hold yourselves to high standards here. Standards of intellectual honesty and compassion, among other nobler qualities. Evidence and reality.

The Ballad of Bacon and Eggs for Gold

I had a dream
I was a rich man's son
Life was grand
We had a lot of fun

Then suddenly
As happens in dreaming
A nightmare came
The whole world was steaming

Ran cross a bridge
made it inside the doors
I heard these sounds
there was a gigantic roar
Thunder and lightning
The winds were so frightening
people were screaming
the people were dying