The Republican magic

Is that they began a long game of weaponizing dissatisfaction back in the 90s. Whenever things appeared to be getting better they would provide new issues to stir up passions. When the Democrats did not "come for their guns," they started "killing babies." They have provide scapegoats to hate and a god-like figure to provide salvation. They have spread the word that it is OK to hate, in fact, it is their duty to God and Country to rule by the force of arms.

None of this happened by accident, it has been well planned and well financed for decades. The design, and the end game, leads to the concentration of wealth and power into the hands of fewer and fewer people as time passes. The Republicans and their corporate masters believe that they hold all of the winning cards. They envision a world of masters and the serfs who serve them.

If we are to go out, it needs to be with a bang instead of a whimper.


Decades ago Steppenwolf laid the past, and present and future for us:

Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope


Like good Christians some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches


But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands, to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled, and bore them a child
To be their spirit, and guiding light
[Verse 2]
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon they went
And till the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end


While we bullied, stole and bought our a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man


But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands, to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled, and bore them a child
To be their spirit, and guiding light


The blue and gray they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog


And though the past has its share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But its protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster a obey