The US Senate / US House Law:
You can run for office and win and serve one term. Then, after another term passes they can run again, then after another term passes they can run again. So their constituents can elect them in for 2 or 6 years and then they must step down for 2 or 6 years to be eligible to run again. No more strung together 6 terms.
How do you protect yourself from your own most nutso supporters? How do you root out extremists? How do you capture enemy comms as an embedded op? How do you appeal to the victim community? How do you drive wedges in your enemy?
We're right where we need to be. It had to be this way.
Anons are magic and they are literally breaking the spell over normies. Yes I said that.
https://youtu.be/tt4cR9szMS8
Anons are the joker in the deck.
If—
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!