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WhigwHam

this isn’t the seventeenth century, and we are not in Kansas or Ireland nor are we inhabiting any other place that won’t have us anymore because of what we stand for as revolutionaries not like your standard American colonials infested with the lies of what good the taxes will do to build roads and shelters for the poor and down trod in this current great repression sinking in, as we are newly liberal with our whiggism… our whiggery and our history interpreting the continuing and inevitable victory of a progress over reaction driving this nightmare home as the ribald attempt to dismiss all relevant events leading to what truly is this so inevitable pull of social gravity that all of our best minds are weighing in on the argument through the sciences, analysis as a themed experiment in which the victim gives in to all the dark matter within buried deep to keep the pain from showing on the shirt sleeve raised to the head in an attempt to feign the modern ills have penetrated the skin, and we are left Here in abandon of all our reasons to stay sane and prim and proper to our disdain plainer than the grimace used to replace a genuine smile the mask of the opportunist to get in close as can be to whisper in ears foreshadowing thoughts of infamy… no politically corrected version of the truth can be abused so perversely by the loose mad fiends whose choice is made discouraging the youth from seeing a future any better as if the proof against this sad society doesn’t repent its ways before the deathbed, becoming the nurturing garden all over again as the recycled masses are crushed and subdued into place by systems farther out of their control than merely mechanisms as we are swallowed with haste into this new vast abyss, and consuming darkness hungry on past lips of ouroboros eating the tips of its tail having tasted lightly the egg and its potential the clustered amorphous tiny jails protesting that captivity prevails as the pro-lifers bail on their magnanimous decrees which are less liberating by and large than anything a church can contain to deceive the partitioners who reach receiving only a holy fist across a face subtle salient threat to wizen up or the illusion of some grown-up authority can grossly shatter…

Thanks, khet.