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We are proud products of the middle class
who owe our roots to our working-class ancestors.
We have witnessed firsthand
the abuses and excesses of the privileged.
There will be the empty-headed lackeys
who will insist that we should be grateful
for everything this country has done for us.
Really?
The wealthy treated my ancestors like shit.
Nobody gave my parents or grandparents anything.
Nobody has given me anything.
If there is any presumption of greatness on the part of this nation,
it's our forebears and ourselves who have forged the ideal
of a more perfect union that is more myth than reality,
forever beyond our reach.
Humanity is imperfect.
Nobody gave us opportunities.
We took opportunities.
Nobody gave us freedoms.
We took freedoms.
We should never forget that our biggest enemies
are the powerful among us.
They are incorrigibly corrupt.
Too much in excess is addictive.
In the end most of our leaders are sick people.
Coronavirus has taught us that wearing masks and gloves
may save us from these megalomaniacs infecting us.
We can never trust anyone who insists that we follow him or her.
We can only trust our instincts to lead the way.

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