Mealymouthed, vacillating pronouncements muddle what is real: We don’t know what to think anymore. This is by design. Oh, well—let them do their thing, I guess.

This is evil; this is genuine evil: It killed six million Jews eighty years ago—let them do their thing, I guess. Oh, we’re going to go in here and have a shower? Okay, I guess. What we know from history would have told us that instead of mildly complying we needed to storm the palace and kill the motherfucker: Hitler. History has given us a gut punch, but without the tragic history, no gut punch. Oh, gee, is storming the palace justifiable? It is not; the sad truth is that it is not. We need the history to feel the feelings, to know and understand the truth. We need the history to know what is wrong in the world and correct it.

Something that is wrong in the world today is mealymouthed, vacillating pronouncements that muddle our perceptions. We are a nation of the people; do we let stupid people in power gut punch us with lies and distract us into some wild-ass fantasies of wish fulfillment. Oh gee, I wish I could come up with ideas like that, wow, Man, gee, good idea. Shallow thinking killed six million Jews. The charm of the psychopath IS the enacting of evil. Today, we have the means to observe what is happening all the time. We need to use it. We need clarity; we need the absolute truth. Did this political leader have sex with fourteen-year-old girls on a private island in the Caribbean forty years ago?  If he did, walk him out the door. If he didn’t, leave him alone. The truth; the simple truth, get it, find, wrest from them, we the people, wrest it from them.

We are a great nation.

All humans are created equal.

This half-continent, east to west, north to south.

This stunning earth; this beauteous place.

The city streets.

The bustle of life, the culture, the wonder of it all.

A wondrous place where dreams come true.

You are you, and I am me.

A good cup of coffee in the morning.

The glory be, the better world that we have forged

                  on the grand visions of our forebears.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident.”

Never hold us victim to your lies:
                  We the people.

Master manipulators? No:
                  We the people.

We have seen the purple mountain’s majesty.

You ain’t got nothin’ on us.

The simple truth; the simple truth.

                  It is ours, in all its glory and majesty.

Manipulate public opinion; I am a cutesy family person, look!

                  Fuck that noise.

Do right by the people—we own you, strictly in terms of being a
representative democracy, a Republic; you know what I mean—OR DO YOU?

I have thrilled at the beauty of the Western canyons and the mountains and the bays and the marvelous climates of the Pacific Coast.

I know where truth lies.

I know what freedom is.

I know where truth meets beauty: in the revery of beautiful mornings, a cool breeze across the kitchen, a listless day by the shore, hope for tomorrow, a green salad with dinner.

A very good cup of coffee in the morning.

I know where truth meets beauty: A life well-lived, honest and free.

Playing cards with friends: nothing to do but talk about hidden truths.

THAT GUY—Yeah, there’s still larceny in his heart. Camouflaged psychopathy: they can bring the world down faster than you can say Love and Peace, just like you mean it, hippy style.