Any fool to wear the crown
No rusted hag in London Town
There’s a pair of Queens
and one of them is leaving her seat
They know what they’ve done
don’t care what they say on the street
He says he’s got the receipts, then he’s got the receipts
he don’t make false claims
There’s a taste in our mouth
and it’s no taste at all
She’s so witchy in her pantsuit and mask
No hard questions or she’ll take you to task
Oh God, we could do better than that
Tree of Liberty
thirsts for the blood of tyrants
lest her fruits turn sour
When wolves discover the flesh of sheep fattened by human hands they will abandon their pursuit of wild game. The wolves themselves become fattened and increase in their numbers until the delivery of fresh sheep becomes an expectation. Woe betide the shepherd when the sheep run out.
I warned you, didn’t I? The national enema is still underway. What you witnessed yesterday was just that sudden burst of leakage that occurs when the tip is first removed. Now we may stand aside and look on aghast at the stream of toxic waste flowing from the bowels of Washington DC.
Did you like the opening act? Also, I must remind you all again, always pose the Golden Question: qui bene? Act two will be coming to a state capitol near you soon! We’re going to learn with no remaining ambiguity which officers are about the law (i.e. the Constitution), and which ones are pigs.
Of course you may never hear about it. Get ready for the blackout.
THIS IS NOT OVER
Light, in whatever form or magnitude, ever remains the opposite of darkness
