Any different than that of London, 1769?
The bought and paid for nobility looking down their noses at the peasantry while they hold court.
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Any different than that of London, 1769?
The bought and paid for nobility looking down their noses at the peasantry while they hold court.
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Lost cause.....hopeless quagmire.....devoid of rational, original thought.....zombie-esque obedience to irrational emotionalism
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)
A general aroma of fecal rancidity hanging over the whole place. Unfortunately, the cloud is wafting over the rest of the country as well... somebody truly needs to turn a fan on and light a match.