It is very strange when you realize you care about something you thought you really didn't care about.  Something you thought, "Well, if it just goes away, I'll be okay with that," but then it gets threatened and you realize...well, you realize you'd be sad.  And so, like a den mother, I must protect my bears.  And I will.  Nobody said this thing would be easy.  But I'm a big bear.  And I suddenly care.

I am...

I am a servant of the Lord.  I am a servant of the Lord.  I am a servant of the Lord.  Maybe if I just keep repeating this mantra, what I do will make more sense.  Are you judging me?  Well, judge away!  I will serve the Lord, I will play for the Lord, I will LOVE my fellow man, and I will peacefully coexist.  I am a servant of the Lord.  I am not providing BORING music!  I LOVE MY CHOIR.  And refuse to believe that a "they" actually exists.  If you can't name names, don't say what "they" say.  I'm done.  Good night.