When Hoffa set fire to the warehouse his accomplice caught fire and died.
And a monster was born, Hoffa the Teamster, full of noble ideals and ruthless ways in which to enforce them. And the workers followed Hoffa because their longing for direction was so strong and irresistible, they would rather unite behind a brutal enforcer than drown in the water they were trying to walk on.
And then, just like that, Hoffa fell. Gravity and oxygen proved to be forces one cannot ignore, no matter how great a beast one is. Greater beasts reign over smaller ones and no one is immune to the wheel.
From salvation to catastrophe and from there on to new beginnings and fresh salvation, over and over again, time marches on.
From your pendulum-swinging Spin Doctor,
Eyes open, mind sharp.