In response to Mr. Talley.
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That is why I call them republicrats, political transformers, bigots in disguise. It's like when the nazis fell and the "communists" took over in Germany, there was still a state police, they just changed uniforms.
I was arrested on the evening that Barrack Obama was elected, since I put up a fight, the cops were confused, and one of them asked "Why are you getting all worked up tonight? Didn't your BOY win?" I snarled and spat at him, which is why I'm on probation.
I said, you fool, I didn't even vote, because he is no different in my eyes than George W Bush, and he will remain so until he proves himself to be different.
I will not get into how pointless it was to argue with the small minds in uniform, but I do not talk, I take a stand, and that showed me the ignorance of every day people.
Right now, they don't understand. The republicans and democrats are arguing in public, and relaxing together in private strip clubs laughing about how we lap up every foolish display they make.
There is no winning side in this tale of two fools, this tale of two cities we repeat, there is no winning, only compromising, and that is folly.
It becomes a mess of pricks and bullies, it breeds hypocrisy, and that breeds the frustration that leads to terrorism.
I say close the book, throw out the elephant and the ass, and start remembering people, not isms, not parties, not institutions- intentions and bloody actions!
Barrack Obama said it was his intention to bring change, I knew that was an outright lie, he's done nothing but try to preserve our nation's status, and when people started realizing he was just the same old hypocrite, when they got angry, I laughed in their faces and told them, "I WAS SAYING THAT ON ELECTION DAY!!!"
Ballots are bandages and cannot mend this sickly bent system, bullets would only create more wounds, what we need is a vaccine. An infiltrating substance that will honestly worm out the bureaucracy and mindlessness, that has allowed the blind to lead the blind for centuries.
But alas, everyone still bows to the almighty dollar, they still cringe at the concept of losing the state. And again and again we sacrifice our integrity, paid for by the suffering of people in other countries, and now it's coming back to us.
It's King lear all over again:
EDGAR This would have seem'd a period
To such as love not sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
And top extremity.
Whilst I was big in clamour came there in a man,
Who, having seen me in my worst estate,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 'twas that so endured, with his strong arms
He fastened on my neck, and bellow'd out
As he'ld burst heaven; threw him on my father;
Told the most piteous tale....
His grief grew puissant and the strings of life
Began to crack: twice then the trumpets sounded,
And there I left him tranced.
GONERIL This is practise, Gloucester:
By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd,
But cozen'd and beguiled.
EDMUND In wisdom I should ask thy name;
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which, for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise,
This sword of mine shall give them instant way,
Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak!
EDMUND
What you have charged me with, that have I done;
And more, much more; the time will bring it out:
'Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou
That hast this fortune on me? If thou'rt noble,
EDGAR Let's exchange charity.
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us:
The dark and vicious place where thee he got
Cost him his eyes.
KING LEAR Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
KENT Is this the promised end?
Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha!I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever!
What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee.
And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.
Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
Look there, look there!
Dies
ALBANY The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
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