be too late. The ides of March have passed us, where are all the men? You will go to war with strangers and die “for your country” but leave a tyrants head attached to spit on us all? If I could promise you safe passage after I would burden myself. If only that small guarantee.

The ruin of America, of the people’s republic, the greatest experiment and longest dream in history is on the verge of destruction to an ignoramus pig and the impotent puddle of mud he shits and eats in, our legislature. Wake up people! When you finally do open your eyes it will.