It’s not a tent, it’s a Low Information Voter Pen at the slaughter house.
I don’t want to be in a big tent. I want to be in the right tent.
You triggered the lyrics that have been nagging my subconscious recently:
"Sheep" by Pink Floyd
"Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel...
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is not a bad dream!"