With (You), Anons. Through the long night.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_of_Washington
THE BURNING OF WASHINGTON
>The Burning of Washington was a British invasion of Washington City (D.C.), the capital of the United States, during the War of 1812. On August 24, 1814, after defeating the Americans at the Battle of Bladensburg, a British force led by Major General Robert Ross set fire to multiple buildings, including the White House (then called the Presidential Mansion), the Capitol building, as well as other facilities of the U.S. government
STORM
>Less than a day after the attack began, a sudden, very heavy thunderstorm—possibly a hurricane—put out the fires. It also spun off a tornado that passed through the center of the capital, setting down on Constitution Avenue and lifting two cannons before dropping them several yards away, killing British troops and American civilians alike. Following the storm, the British returned to their ships, many of which were badly damaged. The occupation of Washington lasted only about 26 hours and it is debated whether the British merely sought to raze the city.
COATS
Redcoats.
(C)(D)
DC. Mirror.
AUGUST TRADITIONALLY HOT
August 24, 1814. Hot. Fire.
Anons, do you believe?
NOTABLE
I had the displeasure of watching Lester Holt tonight.
Try counting how many times "HOPE" or "CHANGE" is said.
History repeats itself. 1812. Central banks. Jackson.
Can you feel it, Anons? Can you feel the sheer culmination and gravity of this moment? This is NOT just another election year.
The lightning strike at the obelisk. The fateful lightning and the spirit of Washington thundering furiously from beyond the grave.
This is a moment at which cosmic and aethereal forces are at work. This is a moment of cataclysm.
A teacher of mine once told me that the framers had left a ticking time bomb in the form of slavery and had entrusted it to future generations to resolve the contradiction and tension.
That tension culminated in the civil war. Only the first time the democrats had tried to rend the union under a Republican president. Abraham Lincoln emancipated the slaves, but then we continued to suffer from racism and division. The civil rights movement of the 60s. Our first black president. This.
I don't know what to think of it. It's such a compelling narrative and mythos. It's what I was taught.
As I sit here, the nation burning, I'm in awe of how appropriate the climax of this story is. Of course it would be King Obama as the final boss. The black Messiah. The community organizer capitalizing on the division and rage behind the legacy of slavery. A king of the helots laughing as Sparta burns. The shadow president. The false president. The divider in chief.
This tension was meant to culminate in America dying. Dying of that same, old and festering wound from the days of open shackles and bondage. I am sure of it.
Obama was the perfect man for the role.