Spouse just read me something about how scared Trump is and...
I hope he feels the fear of every person he has separated from their families. Of every person he& #39;s kept locked up in cages. Of every person who& #39;s died, of covid or something else, alone in hospital because of him.
                    
                                    
                    I hope he feels the fear of every person he has separated from their families. Of every person he& #39;s kept locked up in cages. Of every person who& #39;s died, of covid or something else, alone in hospital because of him.
                        
                        
                        That is the opposite of heartless.
To wish that a cruel and heartless man be free from fear: that& #39;s what& #39;s heartless.
Would you wish health and freedom from fear to Pharaoh, Haman, Pilate, or Tiberius?
                    
                                    
                    To wish that a cruel and heartless man be free from fear: that& #39;s what& #39;s heartless.
Would you wish health and freedom from fear to Pharaoh, Haman, Pilate, or Tiberius?
                        
                        
                        Liberation is accomplished primarily by making powerful men afraid.
Note that I am not saying Trump& #39;s sickness will be liberating to anyone: just that I find the pious shaming sickening and hypocritical.
                    
                                    
                    Note that I am not saying Trump& #39;s sickness will be liberating to anyone: just that I find the pious shaming sickening and hypocritical.
                        
                        
                        When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
& hear their death-knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near,
how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile,
our thoughts to them go winging;
when friends by shame are undefiled,
how can I keep from singing?
                    
                                    
                    & hear their death-knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near,
how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile,
our thoughts to them go winging;
when friends by shame are undefiled,
how can I keep from singing?
                        
                        
                        Oh, and if you think what I& #39;ve written is impious you might want to take a gander at your good book and decolonize your religion.
                        
                        
                        
                        
                                                
                    
                    
                
                 
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