All the Statesmen are dead. The worst of society rise to the top of the food chain. Habitual liars run for civic office and the most skilled prevaricator gain seniority. The shyster class runs roughshod over the jurisprudences for the benefit of the enablers of the corrupt criminal syndicate. Alas, public meetings still start with the pledge of allegiance, but the words no longer have meaning – the Republic is officially dead. The emperor in chief needs no consent to wage war; he is above all sanction. Mourning over the corpse will only get you on the no fly list.
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