Eating the Young
From when I was a young aspriring music student, I remember a slogan my old choir director had hanging above the piano in the practice room closest to his office. It proclaimed in typeset letters that had to be at least a fifth generation photocopy:
OLD AGE AND TREACHERY
OVER YOUTH AND SKILL.
At the time, the sign confirmed for me something I already knew: that my choir director was an old prick.
Today, I can recall those words as plain as day, as if I were still sitting at that old piano, helping myself learn the second tenor line wherever the harmony wasn't intuitive. I think of those words as I watch two weary and exhausted presidential candidates continue on. One, who is a younger candidate, trying to hold it together and maintain his hard fought lead into the convention, who has largely refrained from bringing up the worst of this opponent's excesses. And an older one who is willing to say anything -- no matter how nasty or false -- in an effort to make her argument that he cannot win be a prophesy that she fulfills by the virtue of her own scorched earth tactics.