I predicted this a few weeks before the outing.

These tactics are becoming like the air we breathe in this city of the angels.
They seem more reserved for children of the age of G.I. Joe’s and Sing-A-Longs.
Not a thing can alter the mind.
Did you know that?
It’s set to default and no one has the password.
You pride on being so close to God.
Oh, sweetie, you’re so close.
They pride on slamming their gavel to silence the critics and critique.
There’s no room between you two for difference to breathe.
For both of you rule in your own domain.
And you do it well.
But you can’t leave home.
You send them to cells like dogs in a pound.
“They all look the same and they can all be replaced!”
It’s that simple isn’t it?
Simplistic idea.
Damn I bet that cakes tastes good.