The interesting times we live in make fine entertainment and fine conditions for the quiet demolition of every single assumed right of every single unassuming screen-obsessed, conflict-averse citizen immune to the death-throe shudders of democracy.
When we say “mob rule,” is it rioting in the streets or wanton anarchist chaos?— no, it’s a day at the White House where the occupant obsesses about squealers and rats and getting the Feds off his back.
When we say “Republican legislator” we mean scheming cohorts in expensive suits twisting every law, yanking every lever and extracting every cent from the People’s treasury to keep themselves and the boss in power.
The last slim hopes before we’re subjects of an eastern bloc autocracy are fading. The mob’s assumed immunity to prosecution is riveting entertainment. Read on, here.
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