From the left, a long time ago, a chilling commentary on the recent adventures of the Peace Prize winner:

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

I can’t run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
a thundercloud
and they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything:

That’s how the light gets in.

 

Leonard Cohen, Anthem.  Appropriate, is it not, now that the Apostle of Peace reveals himself as a prince of darkness.  Let the bombs fall where they may, as long as the image of the One is preserved.

But the light still gets in.