The chancellors of lust have always held a strong and vocal presence in the parliament of my mind. Too often have the callings from their committees held the swaying votes on critical decisions. Too often has their insistent bleating drowned out any poignant logic from the voices of reason. Too often have the prizes of their victories been hollow or shallow, abandoning any sense of fulfillment. Too often have these canines had their day. Change, where is your calvary?