A profoundly prophetic message from Les Visible, written a dozen years back.
“It was the time of religious wars. It was a time of materialism and intellectual darkness. It was a time of epidemic moral compromise of the end justifying the means, by whatever means. It was a time of the worship of the transitory and the elevation of drunken ignorance over the thirst for truth. Truth was a refugee in flight on a violent night.”
I don’t like ass kissers, flag wavers, or team players. I like people who buck the system. Individualists. I often warn people: Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you: ‘There is no I in team.’ What you should tell them is: ‘Maybe not. But there is an I in independence, individuality, and integrity.