Please spare me your complaining about the tax rate increase and the widening of the sidewalks of the Complete Streets Project that will resolve the lawsuit for handicapped ramps (maybe part of the whole reason for it and coincidentally right after election) since about 85% of you didn't even bother to come out and vote. You got what you deserved, so live with it silently. If you want to be the silent majority, be that, or you can be the vocal majority and change things and stop being sheep until you feel it hurts you.
Their goal is to make it hurt incrementally so little at a time where you don't even see or know it happened.
We are seeing it on a federal level. What are you waiting for and are you so cowardly to not stand and be counted? I don't like that 15% of the city is dictating 100% of the rules. Wake up to this class warfare.
I am not a person who can see the future, but this keeps coming to mind, and I'll keep my Bible and my gun thanks;
"The Battle Hymn Of The Republic"
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lightening
Of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
I have seen him in the watch-fires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded him an altar
In the evening dews and damps
I can read his righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel
Writ in burnish'd rows of steel
As ye deal with my condemners
So with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero, born of woman
Crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Our God is marching on
He has sounded form the trumpet
That shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul
To answer him be jubilant, my feet
Our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Our God is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom
That transfigures you and me
As he died to make men holy
Let us live to make men free
While God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Our God is marching on
