The unabashed brazenness of the Democrats and media attempt to steal the 2020 election is just breathtaking to behold.
The longer this charade goes on, the moral outrage builds within me to join millions of President Trump supporters to again march on Washington, but this time to burn the damn city to the ground.
Rudyard Kipling expressed this pent up anger in his poem, The Beginnings.
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.