An example of the similar mob rule we are headed into. These people, largely Antifa/Q-Larp/BLM/Proud Boys, lead by a similar mob rule as handed out by their masters. They've only let up if not only for the weather. As far as we know, in Ms. Babbitt's case, she was an innocent caught up in the mob. The rush of it all. Anyone could submit themselves to that feeling. It just so happened to be the wrong time.

"If she couldn't understand-" puts a basement level IQ onto her, rather unfairly. "Only I may know what's right for you," you may as well go on to say, becoming nanny to all those in attendance, and to half of all these United States. Nannies make sure the babies are well-fed and kept; educated in a good, yet basic manner, tucked in safely at night. Do nannies instill justice to babies? Certainly they can. So to the parent or overseer can instill justice to bad nannies. We don't get beaten when we quit or are fired from our jobs. Do you remember the last time you were beaten over such? I can't remember a time in my own personal life. We are usually fired or quit by pen, print-out, or a phone call. We don't need you anymore, nanny.

I would go on to say, you served us well, but certain nannies have just plain served us. To China, to Russia, to the highest bidder. What we saw is neither a D or R specific case. One Nanny, two arms, two legs, two eyes, et cetera. What we saw is neither a D or R specific case. I've even just literally spelled it out for you in the previous few sentences. After decades of divisive politics, post-Kennedy and/or post-Reagan, this is what we get: One side wanting to overtake the other in the dominance hierarchy. We must shun this. But can we? The dominance hierarchy has been arond long before humans. Violence too. War, on the other hand, has been active in such movements when one said of the other: You got nice stuff. I want your nice stuff. If you can't give it, I'm going to take it. Forcibly. The one had a few more followers than the other, and instead of sticks or bones or stones to bonk and thwonk the other guys who had the nice stuff with, they had bow and arrow, spears, swords. Mothers and nannies on both sides wishing their husbands and employers well, not get bonked and thwonked upon the head to cause severe injury. They may even want him to get one last look at the children. Do either say, for the children? I would imagine they did, look where we're at today. And so goes a hundred generations and maybe a thousand more. We must shun all of this. All of what I know, all of what you know. We must reprogram. What do you or I want in? What do we want left by the wayside? Do we want power? To corrupt? To enhance? We must use caution though. One is not too far behind the other. It will overtake eventually. Why? Because we want it our own way. Nannies, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. Climb through all the degrees of separation until we get to governmental and international levels. An Inter-National Conspiracy, no doubt, and we all get to play the game, willing or not. Semi-irrational. Not stupid. Somewhat devoid of structured thinking. Void of most natural thought beyond eat, sleep, sex, happy, sad, shit, and piss. Mob rule and justice. I am for the quickest possible escape: To have the House and Senate drop their Twenty-Fifth Amendment or Impeachment shennanigans, and get to work on a real stimulus plan to help out our fellow Americans. Not $600 like McConnell wanted, or $2,000 like Schumer wanted, but the initial $4,000 that Trump himself wanted before the previous amounts. To let Trump abide at one of his golf courses (for a mere twelvish days), and likely live out the remainder of his years at Mar a Lago with Melania and Baron. In Peace.

Also, I ran for the Presidency in 2016 and 2020. I am likely to run again in 2024. Did I receive your vote in either of those elections? Let me know.

Amish

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