There is a sort of mood out there. Nor is it a comfortable mood. It is a sense of being manipulated, taken for granted. Frustrating. A pissed-offed-ness. Another way of describing it would be to say, "we are being pecked to death by Ducks."
And interesting enough the Ducks that are doing the pecking are quite convinced
they will never be roasted on spits, their bones laid politely on the compost
pile. And I guess the other button hole to engage is, "Are we a democracy or
some sort of awful television show."