“Could we show them? If we showed them, could they see?”
Reverse that mirror.
They look at The People like peasants, tax-donkeys, slaves and cannon fodder. Grotesque in their un-refined nature.
Easily replaced by a more appreciative wave of bodies, yearning to gather up free-shiite.
This won’t end well this time, just as it never has in the past.
There will be war, and death, and bodies.
And . . we are definitely gonna need more rope.
Necks in nooses and heads on pikes is the lest our erstwhile masters deserve.
I moved up to the hills of Appalachia and now have many friends whose families moved here in 1700s. We have become good friends and have so much fun together.
We laugh we tease we share we work. Every day I see God here. I hear God in the wind. There is evidence of God every where.
I never experienced this in the city.
My cup runneth over!