the swine are going to win

there is no height to the sky. i feel, as anyone should have, that neville chamberlain did more to change the world than that horrible opponent of his. i feel that james madison as a soul is dead. john adams is crying to comfort  george washington, and thomas jefferson is just fucking drunk.       that such a thing as frail as liberty, should hang on such a frailty as one man, is , i believe, the absolute strength of such a thing as freedom.    in these moments we dream of, there are these men we pray for and one of them is now gone."alas Horatio, there are things under Heaven and earth that are undreamt of in out philosophy."     no body speaks of  how God dicussed sin with Cain. nobody likes to think of God speaking of sin as a physical being. God telling Cain that he was weak, not just spiritually weak, but also physically, because he couldn't fight off the "creeping sin". think of that , the creeping sin, and then later in the same coversation with the world's first murderer, God says "sin is a crawling thing" and cusses cain for allowing it to creep into his heart.       the bastards are going to win. they frailty of humanity is going to be the trail. the cursed chamberlains are going to take the day. when God said the meek shall inhierit the earth, He meant to warn us. Do not,  let the meek take the high ground. the poor  and downtrodden and uninitiated took down the meek. in Paris. the outcast took down the meek and created the only true, for all her shortcomings, bastion of ability, and freedom, liberty. Do not  go gently into that good night, we Have to Rage against the dying of that light.Sin is going to creep into this good night. Sin is going to crawl past the sentries, Sin has the uppr hand now.      the swine own  the trough. the meek shall inhierit the earth. the weak shall prosper. the undeserving own the Sin. the minions are going to run rampant. with all these outrageuos fortunes, do not let outr greatest hates grow our greatest loves. there are no heights. no loft. no promised window. no views of no vistas.       the swine are going to win. it's harsh enough to drive me drink, and unkind enough to leave me there...