The dawn of another night, day threatens. The day of reckoning, the day we shall all assuage our conscience with denied truth. It shall be day father will connive with mother to sell their offspring into slavery, suspending lamentation and happily embracing fickle joy, temporary, brief, small like the little loaf of bread or the thin wad of cash, able to buy less than the next meal. All with a mighty tool, a weapon of power over the king, only periodically given, reluctantly, like Esau exchanged as a smear of mess for a life. February succeeds January and then... Vote right. It is your weapon, your power to compel political fate to yield to your true destiny. Use it with devastating power, telling might! Vote selfishly, in your own favor!
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 16:45:01 +0000