We're having a summit. It's all downhill from here. Men in suits smile concealed blades, cut you good. Because healthcare, damn you, and also your god. We'll pay forever moral hazard I stab, hate you with my numbers. If half of us could kill the other half we could live forever on the bodies, eating our enemies like the climate, like animals and choice. And the sleeper cell awakes, weapons set for destroying the masses, marching covert advance against the marble column flags. None can stop the people in their halting decline. We will thunder your blood down over the pages of your proposals. For medicine and mortgage we fire you alive to dead, laughing at the fall of man. So far the fall of man. Blow the mushroom cloud of hope and blister sick in the burn baby burn. All for the children. God protect the beautiful, delicious children.
My point is simply this: Soon there will be a vote and evil must not prevail. Do your part for justice and love and light. Paint slogans on your naked body and make love to the process. We all know what's wrong. Do the other thing. Half of us are crazy, so the rest of us must rise up. Rise up, like the sea, like the falling snow, like the madman shoeshine. Help is coming, but not today.
Neither of those paragraphs managed to stay focused. I guess I shouldn't blame them. That would be the blame game.
Hello, friends. Are you for us, or against us. I know I am.