#green #yuck #mister #mean #sticker #poison (at Upper Marlboro, MD)
Our masters rely on our labor to make them wealthy, on our children for cannon fodder in war and on our collective chants for adulation. They would otherwise happily slip us rat poison. When they retreat into their inner sanctums, which they keep hidden from public view, they speak in the cold words of manipulation, power and privilege, words that expose their visions of themselves as entitled and beyond the reach of morality or law.
Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents had always been tragic.
Henry Brooks Adams, 1838 – 1918