" Where is the Democrat Leadership?" Nothing wastes oxygen more than a question that asks a communist friend as to where the communist leadership is...
The communist leaders are in full control of every single detail of everything that is tearing this Nation apart...
Everything is going as planned and ultimate victory is within their sight...
Your question reminds me of a prophetic poem written by George Patton circa 1917 which demonstrates his understanding of history and the old saying: "If you don't learn from it, you are doomed to repeat it".
From George Patton circa 1917 in France, with some bolding by moi.
When the hairy apes of long ago,
Battled for days, to see
Whether the tails of future apes,
Should straight or curly be,
Other apes whose hair more sparsely grew,
And the shes who were great with child,
Hung from the branches up side down,
And sighed and gibbered and smiled.
They said “Such sights are hardly nice,”
“For tails are what they are,”
They said “’Tis savage and like the wolves”
“This must be the end of war.”
When the painted savages of the swamps,
Slew the clay daubed men of the brae,
In order to settle by flint and club,
Which clan might draw mammoths on clay,
The craven lake-folk, smeared with fat,
Crouched on their rafts and said,
“Though insects bite us through our grease,
‘Tis better than being dead.”
“Our cultured smell makes us despised,
We live a mildewed life,
But we are the people of brotherly love,
This must be the end of strife.”
The gentle Persian fled before,
The warlike men of Greece;
The Phalanx broke their masses,
So they advocated peace.
They praised the purple coated fop,
Whose hands were white and slim;
They loathed the sweaty brute in bronze,
And, loathing, fled from him.
While huddled in their harlots arms,
Their land in flames they saw,
Yet kissed the painted odalisques,
And cried “’Tis the end of war.”
Then Carthage conquered far off Spain,
And all but conquered Rome,
She suffered from the lethargy,
Of fighting far from home.
She deified domestic quiet,
Her youth would no more fight;
Till Bloody Zama’s fatal day,
Destroyed for e’er her might.
For having conquered Spain, she thought,
Like countless fools before,
That having gained her peace by strife,
There would be no more war.
‘Twere idle to further recount,
The folly of mankind,
Who gaining all by battle,
To future wars grows blind.
The folly of the slogans,
Down all the ages rings,
The ruins of republics,
The funeral dirge of kings:
“At last all strife is ended,
“Battles shall rage no more,
“The time of perfect peace has come,
“There can be no more war.”
Still, like the foolish revelers,
In Babylon’s banquet hall,
They’ll take their ease while mocking,
The writing on the wall.
They will disband their armies,
When this great strife is won,
And trust again to pacifists,
To guard for them their home.
They will return to futileness,
As quickly as before,
Though Truth and History vainly shout,
“THERE IS NO END TO WAR.”
THE PAST IS PROLOGUE!
