"...instead we ended up sad and vulnerable and afraid."

*nods* I felt that way about the last two Star Treks I saw. It's horrible. You hate the perpetrators, and yet you pity them. They're like brainwashed suicide bombers of bad art.

"Red Red Wine" wasn't bad in and of itself, but there was only a set number of times I could listen to it. Then...deep heart hatred rose up.