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The Fools Who Stole Our Trust
How unfortified are favored mystics; ripened men devoid of backbones, ladies with bogus analogies, others, their nuisances known. Some put fools on pedestals, without attention to outcome, but things are much different when dealing with intellectuals. If recollection tallies, them old folks always let us remember: “Self-praise is no recommendation.” We do as the good book bids us: “Answer fools according to their follies.” There are more charades than sound guidance. The throng was never us to ensue, so we reject the king’s meat. Truth is, we are what we eat … and drink. How warped is their integrity. Let them cast the first stone; I’m balanced high on clouds from cannabis, while their brains swim in mugs of Ethanol. The bloody republicans suffer from lack of … lack of everything except delusion of grandeur, and the rich men have a strong-hold on America’s carotid. My sister, college professor, asked: “Where is the people’s guardian?” Her expression eagerly awaits reply. While estimations differ, time (unbowed) will render true chronicles, but while we tarry for time’s revelation we yielded to trepidation; what nincompoops are in charge of the people’s care?
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