The worst thing that could happen to a town full of public servants who never spent a day of their lives serving the public that elected them has happened. A man who passes his time in the woods singing songs to a hand full of people on the internet, sang a song about these Godless dividers and deceivers of the weak and the humble, and the middle class working class, worn out over worked, hopelessly frustrated Americans who are sick and tired of not having a voice. They are tired of being belittled and pissed on by lesser folks who have the perpetual upper hand and know that their strength lies in dividing and pitting the rest of us against ourselves. This man who passes his time in the woods, is now singing his songs to thousands and thousands, and those listening are sharing and talking among themselves, and it won’t go away. A new generation of protest needs a new generation of protest songs, and the movement has begun.

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