The afternoon of 11 September 001 e.v. I remarked to a very good, old, close brother in arms that everything I'd ever hoped, dreamed, or worked for, all my efforts and labors had been in vain.
The enemy had won.
I saw the future and it was over.
I was crestfallen.
Little did I know my heart could break ever further into oblivion, observing a phony Harvard Wall Street Washington D.C. geek liar hustle the people on a bunch of moribund rhetoric and age old sales tactics--dashed with more than a little postmodern reverse racism--that he would actually benefit them, despite all the evidence and experience in the world that shows he most assuredly will not.
You can see it all over him, from his record, to his words, to his eyes.
Snake oil.
Simple.
The Americans deserve the leaders they get.
That much is obvious.
My work remains done and through.
A little more sweeping up for good manners and measure and off to the highlands I go.
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