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Our country and Constitution held hostage by barbarians in business suits, by "good ol' boys" with a hard on for hate and suspicion. Damn those who don't buy into their economic and political poisons, their soft lies for hard choices.
To HELL with Rush Lowbrow and his ilk, savage malingerers with venomous breath and bestial perversions, sick with the drama of calling a spade a wrench. Liars all, foul scented guardians of indecency and destruction, of lives bought with the death of innocents, of fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters and sons and daughters weeping into the ashes and charred or butchered remains of loved ones.
To the Muddle East, a toxic brew of damaged certainty and crippling virtues, of wealth sucked from the sand and spewed across the globe into air and water and earth below. Where wealth buys luxuries almost beyond reason and poverty crushes the low nearly to death bare miles from the palace gates.
To the drowned heartland and the citizens of a nation ruled by those who stand apart from those they rule, untouched in indignity, lost fables of the American Dream driven from their homes and caught in the tempests of policy and Norquist's desires of a timely end to a government that cares, that lifts a hand to help those in need.
A gruesome dodge, a con, a twisted campaign of unreason, of disaster as policy, and policy a disaster itself. Of listeners unseen and dissidents owned, of memory broken and the puzzle pieces of truth and history pounded into place by malevolent hammers of deliberate forgetfulness.
We see the picture and are heartsick, knowing that politics may be no solution for a troubled evolution, and beneath the skin of the modern man is a creature as savage and destructive as any beast we can name.
Of foreign economic masters, and debts unpaid, of lives torn assunder by the dreams of glory of men too shallow to see what horrors their madness has wrought.
This is our legacy of a time where war is fought not for freedom and justice, but for greed, lust, and avarice, a storm of foul folly that returns our children in covered boxes to rest not in their beds, but in dark, dank earth.
What price this insanity we cannot imagine. But we shiver, knowing the price is too much to bear.
All laid at the feet of Citizen Insane, the one who believes that freedom can be bought in the blood of innocent children, and liberty allowed only to those who justify his cause.
Oh, for a government of sane and temperate men and women who can see the light flickering at the edge of shadow, of the hope that lies unnoticed at the boundries of the dark abyss.
They say we get the government we deserve, but I say we get the government that the modern barbarians desire, for only they are so brutally ignorant to elect the insane to serve. Madness begets madness and death stands in attendance at the whim of the powerful and mad. Justice lies beaten and bloody in the corner, shuddering with the pain of abuse and neglect.
No perfect world we seek, but a world better than THIS. To our children and our children's children we owe a future worth living in. And those who would deny them this are malignant tumors on the body politic, needing only the skilled surgeons scalpel to cut them away.
Be warned, and be wary. The deathmongers move among us, playing at being "just folks." But they are not as we are, they spew black death with every step.
We are not deceived.
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