In the end, they just packed their bags and left. Clutching water bottles, walking slowly towards the buses aboard which they would begin the journey home, the red shirts streaming out of the besieged Government House looked more like a football team’s vanquished supporters than revolutionaries forced to surrender by a violent government crackdown. Dejected and emotionally spent, to be sure, but still walking away from it with their lives, their limbs, and their freedom. Earlier threats to the contrary notwithstanding, when their backs were against the wall their leaders …

This blog has remained silent on the latest “disturbances” — with every hour that passes, it looks increasingly likely we will refer to this as a “massacre” when it’s all said and done. Not that anyone would give a damn about what I think, really, but some thoughts are forthcoming. As regular readers would know, I sympathize with the cause of the red shirts — if not with their leadership or their methods. Given how sketchy the reporting currently is, I want to give this a chance to play out before I …