After being helped into his anorak - or is that a straitjacket? - Brown wastes our time in mouthing off on representation and written constitutions. Blocking out our futures with his big black crayons, while sending half-armed soldiers to their deaths so that he might buy images of ships and planes, powerless outside his cargo cult.
Towers of glass and not bamboo reach up from his City of unregulated delusion. And his handlers use tribal cult and rule to take what can be taken from our country.
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