Robert Mercer

joemad wrote:

Richest cabinet in history…

That’s deep….

It’s a monarchy for Mercer’s and Trump’s family

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Sometimes i think it would have been better to take the blue pill, Joe.

Yes, agreed, Zooey. Sigh.

…and yet….there was the Bernie phenomenon. A small flickering light in the darkness, perhaps.

Its all we got.

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“So live your life so the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools and robs them of their visions. When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

Tecumseh

Zooey wrote:

wv wrote:

Yes, agreed, Zooey. Sigh.

…and yet….there was the Bernie phenomenon. A small flickering light in the darkness, perhaps.

Its all we got.

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It’s all we got.

And yet Cory Booker and 10 or 11 other democrats voted against the pharmaceutical amendment Sanders proposed.

Really, the only hope is to convert some Trump supporters into Sanders supporters, and I don’t know how you do that without a vast propaganda network, and leftists don’t own that.

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OK, well,
… we can still prepare a nice death song, like Mr. Tecumseh advised.

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“I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream. And I, to whom so great a vision was given in my youth, —you see me now a pitiful old man who has done nothing, for the nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.
Hehaka Sapa (Black Elk)
Medicine Man of the Oglala Sioux, 1931