The commandant stands,
All misty-eyed, in camoflage,
At the podium in front of his troops.
Intones about honor,
And duty, and "family",
Propagandizing his legion of dupes.
And being a man
Of simple convictions,
He conjures some words from his Bible
To lead them all down
A path to destruction
For which he's averse to be liable.
Isn't it strange
How for every percent
The unemployment increases,
Enlistment goes up
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Mr Nease is a self-taught philosopher and aspiring pamphleteer observing the collapse of the economy from it's margin. He and his family are in the process of disattaching from the grid and going "rhizome".
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