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On Mon, 18 Nov 2024 19:26:56 -0800, john larkin wrote:

> On Mon, 18 Nov 2024 19:40:52 -0500, bitrex <user@example.net> wrote:
> 
>>On 11/18/2024 7:38 PM, john larkin wrote:
>>
>>>> It's not any secret the kind of Federal government the modern right
>>>> wants, it's the "night watchman" state. Nobody left in government but
>>>> jackbooted tough guys stomping around shouting at people and
>>>> demanding everyone's papers.
>>> 
>>> The Left lost big on the election because they make no sense.
>>> 
>>> Hint hint.
>>> 
>>> 
>>A Democrat named Kamala Harris who was a former prosecutor and said
>>she'd do "nothing different" lost, are you calling me a Democrat? that's
>>not very nice!
> 
> Are you afraid of the jackbooted tough guys, or do you want to be one?
> 
> What's a jack boot anyhow? Something like an Ugg?

I assume this is the kind of fear he's got his knickers in a twist about:-

"O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
The soldiers coming.

O what is that light I see flashing so clear
Over the distance brightly, brightly?
Only the sun on their weapons, dear,
As they step lightly.

O what are they doing with all that gear,
What are they doing this morning, morning?
Only their usual manoeuvres, dear,
Or perhaps a warning.

O why have they left the road down there,
Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?
Perhaps a change in their orders, dear,
Why are you kneeling?

O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,
Haven't they reined their horses, horses?
Why, they are none of them wounded, dear,
None of these forces.

O is it the parson they want, with white hair,
Is it the parson, is it, is it?
No, they are passing his gateway, dear,
Without a visit.

O it must be the farmer that lives so near.
It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?
They have passed the farmyard already, dear,
And now they are running.

O where are you going? Stay with me here!
Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving?
No, I promised to love you, dear,
But I must be leaving.

O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,
O it's the gate where they're turning, turning;
Their boots are heavy on the floor
And their eyes are burning."

- WH Auden