Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Is Fortress Harper Crumbling?
Thud, thud, thud - that's the sound of mortally wounded Tories falling from the battlements of Fortress Harper. Duffy, Wallin, Tkachuk, Lebreton, Wright, Perrin, Toews and, by some accounts, they're just for starters. The King, it is said, has retreated to the castle keep with his trusty valet (now chief of staff) knowing he has more to fear from enemies within his walls than from those laying siege beyond them. At times like this there's enormous value in a King's head.
When you choose to live inside a castle you're apt to discover at some point that it can be as easily a prison as a sanctuary. It may keep you safe for a while but everyone knows right where you are and, eventually, they'll figure out how to get at you. And, when it's obvious they've discovered how to breach your walls, others on the inside begin to look for ways to save their own skins. You begin to worry as much about catching an arrow in the back as one in the chest and, at that point, it's the safety of the keep for you.
It promises to be a long, hot and dangerous summer within the walls of Fortress Harper.