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Take a Look

 Take a good look at the faces.  These are the people.  Look at the rigidity.  See their smiles.  Hear their voices and match that sound with the countenances you see.

Take a good look at the faces.  They lie without batting an eye.  

She is asked, will the President attend the inauguration of President-elect Biden?  She replies that the President will attend his own inauguration.  That is not the question; that is not going to happen.  



Take a good look at the faces of these people.  These are the people who lust for power.  When that power is no more, they conveniently lapse into an alternative universe for their alternative facts.  

Take a good look at the faces.  They belong to the wrong people.  The wrong people in the halls of power. Wrong. All, all, wrong.  

Maybe their brains are wired differently than most others.  They certainly act like it.  Maybe they are not able to perceive what most find obvious.  Maybe they do.  Maybe they are sociopathic...all of them.  Maybe they are simply evil.  They are unable to process what seems so obvious to so many.

In the meantime, the country and all its people are at risk.  They are vulnerable as the unclad emperor plans his coup.  He fires and re-hires.  He silently broods and consumes.  He connives, he ignores, he spews rubbish.  

Take a good look at the faces.  These are the people who would throw you under the bus.  Who would put you on the trucks, when they roll.  Who would fail to wear a mask, fail to feel what you feel, fail to abide by the law and order that drips from their forked tongues.  

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