It doesn't look good. We are run by politico-scum; puppets of their pay-masters; whores of the Big Boys: the Rulers of the Earth.
"GOVERNANCE" does not care what you think. Governance rules, without your consent, or even the merest modicum of your input.
We are not free. We are not sovereign. We are in a post-constitutional era.
Hopefully we can help make it stop; bring REALITY back to an American-Constitution-based way of life, for Pete's sake.
SOON.
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My (nick*nack's rembrance:)
Literate - ure: Dylan Thomas/Dylan Evans . . .
All we can do is take things on a case-by-case basis--one day at a time.
"DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT"
Dylan Thomas ~ 1914-1953:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
