Bread and Circuses

In a perfect world, an entry-level exam would be given to each member who wanted to join the writing community, if that community were to not decay to the point of the lowest common denominator.

That is what has transpired in the site where I currently post my work. Rank amateurs banded together into rogue lynch mobs intent upon dragging down all that they envy.
The puppetmaster continues to toss out bread and circuses, while he attends to the important work of the counting house.

The puppets dance around the stage, in a freefall, unchoreographed, disjointed, group mental masturbation.