America is a Bald Eagle alone in a death spiral—its every instinct to fuck itself. 

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The architects of our descent are not virtuosos. Their plan is well-proven. Rile the mob, and you can convince them of anything. They'll happily dig their own graves at the mere suggestion of buried treasure. It’s why the pitchforks are free, but the shovels cost dearly. By the time they’ve broken ground, it’s too late. The further down they go, the louder they will shout, 'We must be getting close.'

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MAGA is a doomsday cult convinced they’re midwives. Their programming was a steady diet of outrage media. It primed them for the simple and outlandish promises of a pitchman. It's as if they all joined after watching an infomercial. But two easy payments won’t cover it. When their delusions collide with grim reality, they won’t grapple with their choices, they’ll cling harder to their hate.  

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Those in power, like Republicans in Congress, aren’t true believers, but they’ve traded their loyalty for riches, your future for their own. 

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The billionaire class will do what they’ve always done: protect their profits, take whatever else they can.

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And what of the centrists? They've arrived at the enlightened position that both sides are the same. In this age of absolutism, allow me to qualify the equation. Both parties are bad, but one is much, much worse. Maybe they don’t want to mark the distinction. Maybe they don’t care. (If they genuinely can’t tell, then their powers of observation are best spent on an issue of Highlights.) Whatever their reasons, they have tacitly agreed to everything.

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The country has made its choice.

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The many have ceded power to the few in a late-night bid for cheap deliverance. It was a suckers bet.

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Now you must decide.

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Why struggle beneath the weight of your principles when deep down you know the truth: there is no spoon. Accept this, and you can thrive by bending the spoons of others.

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