There's this undercurrent of sleaziness that has been encroaching lately, staining the corners of the fabric of society, and I don't like it. 

Takes a lot of water and suds to blot it out and then soon as you do, it starts creeping in from another angle. 

      I can sense this stain hovering in the shadows, trying to edge it's way in, but light and dark can't coexist. The stain thinks it can somehow figure out a way to be 'acceptable' but plain and simple, though numerous efforts are made to try and explain how the stain 'fits', people just can't turn off their senses. 

Their eyes can see the stain and try, as they are coached to by some, to interpret the stain as appropriate, suitable, or tolerable but nah, they can't see it that way. Ugly is ugly.

  Their ears can hear the sounds the stain makes (it makes sounds) but the stain's discordant notes jangle and wear upon listeners. The grating and irritating tones the stain makes cause only anguish.

The taste the stain has dampens any enthusiasm for another helping, completely dulling the appetite,

while the feeling the stain has is oily and wretchedly bumpy, like the tortured hide of a swamp creature, 

and the smell (oh the smell!) of the stain is beyond words. 

But even more than that, there is an energy around the stain that is foreboding. This energy is strangely hypnotic and alluring, like that of a snake, yet at the same time it is decisively abhorrent. Everybody has been exposed to the stain at least once, in all likelihood numerous times, and they to varying degrees recognize it and what it means. Obi Wan Kanobi could catch the tiniest wisp of the stain and it would drop him to his knees. 

  He knew about the stain.

  Luke Skywalker was innocent and protected, initially, from the stain and Han Solo was self absorbed and actually in league with aspects of the stain but for both, the true knowledge of it existed deep within them and that's why they did what they did…

  …for they knew, like Obi Wan did, that the stain is the destroyer of worlds.