We don't admire quitters, but no one wants to be the last person to believe in a mission, either.
On the other hand, you don't want to be the last man to believe in the mission after everyone else has seen the light and gone home. Sunday in San Francisco, they set out to celebrate the 40th anniversary of Woodstock by gathering 3,000 guitarists in Golden Gate Park to play Jimi Hendrix's "Purple Haze" and 50 showed up and some of them were playing ukuleles. The '60s are over. Time to move on.
A friend of mine wrote a song about exactly that. It's about a guy picking up an old hippie hitchhiker and the chorus goes something like:
"Take a bath and get a job, drag a comb across your head.
The '60s are over now and Jerry Garcia's dead."
Garrison musta been to one of the local jams. Heh.
I may be the last holdout around here on Eff'dghanistan, as Jon Stewart calls it, but my mind is starting to change.
Once upon a time* we maybe coulda done some good there, but there's no longer much point in trying to set Bush's mistakes right. Lord knows, there's plenty of those, but Afghanistan was let go and ignored for far too long.
As far as "you don't want to be the last man to believe in the mission after everyone else has seen the light and gone home" goes, I must hurry and catch up with the others, for I am their leader.
I don't have a ukelele and don't know the chord for "Purple Haze" anyway, but I can play "Red River Valley" on the throwout bearing of this wore-out ol' VW bus with the clutch pedal...
*Traditional start for fairy tales.