First they came for the Christians, but I'm not a Christian; Then they came for the Conservatives, but I'm not a Conservative; Then they came for the Women Athletes, but I'm not a Woman Athlete; Then they came for me, and there was no one left to stand with me.
You who were all so happy to throw out Classical Liberalism, Solid American Id…
First they came for the Christians, but I'm not a Christian; Then they came for the Conservatives, but I'm not a Conservative; Then they came for the Women Athletes, but I'm not a Woman Athlete; Then they came for me, and there was no one left to stand with me.
You who were all so happy to throw out Classical Liberalism, Solid American Ideals; you who were all so happy to tread upon The Founders of our Country; You who were all too happy to pick apart The US Constitution; you who were all too happy to engage with every whiff of Marxism; feeding it ... years—decades pumping life-blood into that once deflated monster. Now its full, breathing on it's own, you who have restored it's vim & vigor, that thing breaths fire, and now it's turning on it's masters, OMG ... guess who owns _that_ beast.
You who revived that thing in your lair; You who nurtured that beast for fifty years, you who played with fire, meddled with Ouija boards, called out into the dark, summoning daemons from the void, evil things which degrade and consume humanity ... Oh surprise-surprise, it's got you by the tail. "Help-help, it's eating me."
We make our beds ...
You carry the same look of surprise, as did the Romanov ladies, of whom eight out of ten wore red ribbons—in support of the Bolsheviks—unsurprisingly, The Romanovs were all murdered by the very same Bolsheviks they themselves had nurtured.
First they came for the Christians, but I'm not a Christian; Then they came for the Conservatives, but I'm not a Conservative; Then they came for the Women Athletes, but I'm not a Woman Athlete; Then they came for me, and there was no one left to stand with me.
You who were all so happy to throw out Classical Liberalism, Solid American Ideals; you who were all so happy to tread upon The Founders of our Country; You who were all too happy to pick apart The US Constitution; you who were all too happy to engage with every whiff of Marxism; feeding it ... years—decades pumping life-blood into that once deflated monster. Now its full, breathing on it's own, you who have restored it's vim & vigor, that thing breaths fire, and now it's turning on it's masters, OMG ... guess who owns _that_ beast.
You who revived that thing in your lair; You who nurtured that beast for fifty years, you who played with fire, meddled with Ouija boards, called out into the dark, summoning daemons from the void, evil things which degrade and consume humanity ... Oh surprise-surprise, it's got you by the tail. "Help-help, it's eating me."
We make our beds ...
You carry the same look of surprise, as did the Romanov ladies, of whom eight out of ten wore red ribbons—in support of the Bolsheviks—unsurprisingly, The Romanovs were all murdered by the very same Bolsheviks they themselves had nurtured.
The punishment comes to fit the crime.