“…Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me…” (‘Monday, Monday’/John Phillips)
“There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.” Henry David Thoreau
“Good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws.” -Plato
“Radical simply means 'grasping things at the root.”-Angela Davis
And then they bought guns, brought the guns, began shooting the guns, and because of the guns, became murderers, benefiting no one but the INDUSTRY from which PROFITS over PEOPLE matter and have mattered more than even the zygote and fetus from which they pretend life is essential.
Soon they maneuvered mindless Militias, making the marauding of malcontents a marvelous manifestation of madness, pretending Patriotism was a priority when in fact all they wanted was to destroy any and all decency left to an already dying democracy.
Spite, spoken in the spittle of sheer insincerity, spread like the actual virus of the COVID, from which they try to convince, the simple and simpletons are nothing but a figment of a Progressives Imagination, sickness looms, and the loony live large until they too succumb to the sycophant's malaise of dying from maddening machinations.
Woke up on this Monday, Monday, and more shootings, cacophonies of conspiracies, and suicides by the stupid refusing to place quality of life over the quantity of lies. As the Mama’s and the Papa’s sang: “…Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be…”
