Still down, a bit, but...

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Some things are clicking.  Sight beyond sight, seeing what is coming and will happen.  Prices, costs, winners, and losers...  Can't see it all, or how it ends exactly.  But I see enough to... give it a five star rictus grin.

A few songs to go with some news.

To bureaufascists and unions.

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One just for you, Harry.  Oh, don't fear me personally.  But do fear.


And, to Russia, with love.


Just a few pieces of news that you might not get elsewhere.  The feds are running into all kinds of trouble and doubling down.  Not going to be pretty and you ain't going to win.  You are done.  And when a sitting senator makes direct threats against a U.S. citizen, he'd better watch his ass.  That threat, alone, is a crime.  But since the police won't do their job, when lawlessness is the rule, and you are just one man, you don't have much hope.  You have become a terrorist, using the power of your office.  You best find an exit strategy.  No one is on your side and money isn't going to help you.  Your friends are only friends for money, Reid, not for life.  Not their lives, to be certain.  Even the UAW has shoved itself so far into a corner so that sneaking away is the only brave Sir Robert thing they had left.  And they certainly did back out.  Their corruption is dying.

Oh yeah...  It's coming down.  I wasn't sure what was left of American exceptionalism.  It seems to be more alive than what I had thought.  Even New Yorkers are ignoring illegal unconstitutional laws.  Damn... just... damn.  You, politicians, should have stuck with pretending, since you abrogated your intent to govern wisely.  You have painted yourselves into a corner you can't escape.  You have two choices, for you really are surrounded.  Either surrender, or go back to playing.  You are finished.

If you need, find me.  I'm... always here.

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