Her tone tramples them all down in the end. Her discourse resounds and it’s brutal. In desperation you try not to drown. A pitiless breathless message of dissent. The turning point is here, at the summit pointing west. Cast in their roles, underscored rights, wrapped in violence, torn right apart. Her life stained by severed ties and history provides a brand anticipated and debated for her crimes. All dimension lost in the fanfare. But it’s something to question aggressive means in such incendiary times with leaders with their ears to the door. Their thoughts dissolved her to denigration, a force that rocked foundations. All dimension lost in the fanfare.