The Great Wake 33: Squint Your Eyes

 

Wake up and go walk, the pouting must stop.  Call it whatever, get a pep pill, drink liquid energy juice.  Sit Indian style for an hour.  Splash your face with ice water, suck down a pot of coffee, the fun has just begun.  Wide eyes, the bushiest bushy tail you got, on alert, aware.

The making of martyrs is usually incidental, rarely does it happen on purpose.  Isolate the revolutionaries, encourage the revolt, get it over with, watch it in pixel time, frame to frame, virtually and otherwise.  Monitoring and plotting, planting the seeds of division, disrupting the peace.  Creating chaos and doubt and confusion.  Squint your eyes, just a bit, bring it into focus.

The reaction is coiling, like Newton knew, the longer it lingers, the tighter the spring.  There will be no minor improvements, the restoring of America will begin with a demolition, a complete demolishing.  It's the only way to clear infestations for good.  Rest, enjoy the receding heat, they lie when they say life sucks, they lay in the dark looking at the ceiling, they worry, they cry.  Liberty yawns.