Secrety, slowly, and incrementally the country no longer is in the hands of the people (sure, sure: we certainly live in a land where leaders endorse Leo Straussian lying and misdirection). And by “tomorrow,” it’ll all be gone: in the hands of the “fools” who are “rapin’ the land.” Long organ lines and hard-rock crooning turn this into a lament: it’s nearly (or really) too late for action. But, were we all to “wake up” right now, we could turn this country in something “strong” and full of “class.” Creepy.

 

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