MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY

I think that the heros of this revolution will be remembered as Washington and Jefferson are, integral to the evolution of a magnificent and spectral ... but fragile ... American Dream. An Idea only Prometheans could invision and have the passion to protect. They come along historically, even Biblically, at just the right time ... too frequently not to be the will of God ... prophets of the divine.

Trump, Musk have survived Herculean Trials, ever more cleverly and in every case revealing not just waste and perfidy but an evil array from blatant treason to systemic bigotry. Revelations of perversity that would even make a toddler-sexual-therapist (pedophile) blush. Great men attract their like when they are brave enough to face the Gorgon armed with only a mirror. An opportunity gratefully accepted by the survivors of such Titanic tribulation, a separation from the mice from the men once again.

Despite the certainty of vile retribution, patriots heads rise above the crowd and provide targets for the Lilliputian Arrows ... the archers remembered only for their pettiness and puny brains and hijinks of pathetic desperation. Rats that once were witches ... a sad, sorry evolution of the party of slavery. Some obsessions are so obscene you just can't bury them often enough.

It is a war and there will be losses, setbacks; and blunders. Lincoln's glorious victory certainly attests to that ... almost a disaster many times, never for a second in doubt the glory mine eyes would see ... the coming of the Lord ... exactly as it had to be. Amen.

Chronicles of the Rise