As we continue to celebrate 250 years of hate, division, and calculated self-inflicted destruction, let’s pause and reflect upon the moment. The ruling class still rules. Billionaires want it all. As they strip away human rights and dignity. We the people can decide to stop it. Yet no one does. Counter hatred with love. Expose lies with factual truths, and laugh in the face of stupidity and willful ignorance. Don’t buy shoddy propaganda, even if it’s half-price. Rise above the muck of madness that engulfs us. Point gnarled middle fingers at those who’d steal our joy. The poor grow poorer, and the meek inherit nothing but the ruins. The stench of death lingers.
Turn over the tables on these piggish men who have no interest in the world of people except as commodities to exploit. A never-ending cycle of control through corruption and violence against anyone who’s not them. It began almost as soon as the first pilgrims arrived here. You have to be part of the gang. If money is the root of all evil, follow the trail of tangled vines to the source. Pull the weeds out. Tend the garden. For the good of humanity and love of sanity, wake up the sleeping giant of America before it’s too late. Plant trees of rebellion in the forest of your American dreams. Let them know we are coming for them, without fear. We are the revolution.
We’re still waiting for someone, anyone, to take back the rights we never had. The rotting cadaver of democracy is dead on arrival. You saw it coming and did nothing. It’s never too late to turn back or go forward. Remove the mask. Lock up the crooked used car salesman, snake-oil doctor, preacher, pedophile, and politicians. Bring down the old, bring in the new. It, too, will burn but not like the old ways of greedy, self-serving politicians who shall perish in a fire of redemption. We will overcome. It sounds good on paper. It even looks good on the surface, but the rot runs deeper than the hatred of old white men who forgot who and what they once were. That bright moment at dawn. The new morning is looking up.
The spirit of the American nightmare is never-ending fevered comatose dreams. A tragicomedy rerun. It’s a bad B movie, surreal reality TV show, midnight horror flick matinee, unholy mass. A grade A certified mess. We waited a lifetime for things to get better. The worst is yet to come.
The people rise up against the evil tyrants who will enslave and destroy us. We, the people in moments of doubt and despair, live in a world of misery. The fear eats away at our souls as the enemies of truth and humanity slouch toward the state of our demise. They want it all. More for them, less for us. Now we are all Communists again. That’s all they have left. The other day I was so sick and disgusted with the same old bullshit that America has spewed like diarrhea since its inception. I contacted the ACLU to find out how to file a nationwide class action lawsuit against the president of the United States. Fight fire with fire. We the people versus Donald J. Trump and the entire Republican regime for high crimes against humanity. They wanted money to proceed. This should tell you everything you need to know.