America has a malignant tumor eating it away from the inside; and instead of extracting it or treating it, we’re giving it all the delicious nutrients and mutating radiation it could ever hope for. It’s convinced us that we need it to survive in order for the country to survive; that, contrary to reality, it is what nourishes us, and… we, all of us, we’re falling for it. We have decided to help it, we are deciding to help it, and we will continue to decide to help it. Squabbling about the little things, the easily-comprehensible things, we will let it continue to consume us, like a parasite feeding off its host, until it’s too late. Because we only care about the little things; and we’re content to ignore the tumor as long as we’re trying to fix the symptoms.
A new class of people in America have found a way to exploit our innocent little republican democracy, to feed, like parasites, on its idealistic foundations and oblivious public, in order to line their pockets. How? Like street magicians; with smoke and mirrors, imaginary phantoms, mirages–-and, above all, with meaningless words, a convoluted language that only they can speak or understand. The Wall Street elite and their kin are the cancer that is killing America, and they’re desecrating the honest citizens right now.
Posted by Jesse 
