I feel more and more that Claire Wolfe was correct when she said:
"America is at that awkward stage; it's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards."
I went a little poetic below but when considering the possibility that the tree of freedom, being thirsty, might force us to consider the unthinkable. I am not advocating violence, but rather hope to incite introspection on the possible future we may be facing. Sometimes I wax a little artsy fartsy and like to stretch my writing legs.
The Time for Choosing:
In this fragile moment looming, distressing both the righteous and wrong. The fleeting hour dividing, the dominion of wicked souls and the quickening unknown.
The river ahead, a branch dividing. Fierce the rapid waters of Rubicon heat fording partisan hearts. Or pale corpse carried quiet by cold Styx, the late in choosing, do not decide.
Be you baptized by the boiling torrent's flood? Or, cold and gently wading, be cleaned of noble freedom's stains.
Patient, men contemplate in queue the hour. The cattle cars coupling, we one to another.
Entrain on antique ribbons, red, rusted rails, the destination a legacy: eternity, freedom, or perdition for your heirs.
If you made it this far, thanks for humoring me. I don't have very many cerebral types in my circle.
If we just run him over with our cars by accident, it would work too. LOL
No no. Don't do that.
use an electric car...gotta keep it green ya know....buhahahaha
Yeah. That's right. Hahaha
With Virus Eliminator 17.0 installed on the onboard computer?
OK! No, no I mean I won't do that.
LOL.
If we do that, they will ban car as assault weapon.
I feel more and more that Claire Wolfe was correct when she said:
"America is at that awkward stage; it's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards."
I went a little poetic below but when considering the possibility that the tree of freedom, being thirsty, might force us to consider the unthinkable. I am not advocating violence, but rather hope to incite introspection on the possible future we may be facing. Sometimes I wax a little artsy fartsy and like to stretch my writing legs.
The Time for Choosing:
In this fragile moment looming, distressing both the righteous and wrong. The fleeting hour dividing, the dominion of wicked souls and the quickening unknown.
The river ahead, a branch dividing. Fierce the rapid waters of Rubicon heat fording partisan hearts. Or pale corpse carried quiet by cold Styx, the late in choosing, do not decide.
Be you baptized by the boiling torrent's flood? Or, cold and gently wading, be cleaned of noble freedom's stains.
Patient, men contemplate in queue the hour. The cattle cars coupling, we one to another.
Entrain on antique ribbons, red, rusted rails, the destination a legacy: eternity, freedom, or perdition for your heirs.
If you made it this far, thanks for humoring me. I don't have very many cerebral types in my circle.
I thought about just shooting those bastards also. Opted for throwing eggs instead.
Nice poetry. Love it.