The Trail is Afire on the Path to Dust

Hiding one’s fouled-up deeds behind Good Intentions is nothing new in the CYA contingencies of the unaccountable. Shoring up one’s public Image-Construct to counter soul-rot goes back beyond Dorian Gray and his rotting carapace, but even that character had a sense of guilt.
  Today the harder one grasps at the Good Intentions excuse, the more obvious it is that the intent is not good at all, but just CYA by the Idiot’s Id.
  That the outer rind of the ‘pod’ is more important than the content within is a repugnant enough weltanschauung — and now that Empty Pride is a casual admission (as well as goal), it’s clear that the putrescence has fully spread from the corrupt inner soul to that very outer rind of form, where flippancy and contempt are bandied without shame.
  The seeds are now sprouting along the Path to Dust.