Thread by @ThyConsigliori

1) In sales, we're all taught the question: what keeps you up in the middle of the night? It's a wonderful question. Well, here it is, the middle of the night, July 4th, 2019, and here's what's keeping me up. Injustice. And here's why,

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2) It's @SidneyPowell1's fault. I'm almost done with this excruciating book, and the rage burning in my soul is greater than my sleep mode can handle. Burning in the night, I rage, I'm raging.

3) When I finish this small thread, I'll likely, still not being able to sleep, go finish up the last pages and weep. How did we lose our Revolutionary spirit? How did we get so comfortable, so complacent? How were will lulled to sleep? How must the souls of our founders weep?

4) I am perpetually instructed to trust the plan. I try to be patient, I do. Yet, of all my vices, none is likely so great as impatience. No, I say. I do not trust the plan. How can I observe the vast injustice before my face and be patient, trusting?

5) Is cowardice a form of corruption? I say yes, it is. If, when charged with doing the right thing, one cowers over risk, over threat of loss and does the wrong thing, one has become corrupt. Yes, even a judge, in all his glorious power, may cower, may be a coward.

6) If the plan incorporates dependency upon courageous judges, then I surrender the plan on that basis alone. They love their power more than they love their duty. Their power is, of course, an illusion. It depends upon the corrupt blessing of those mighty higher up.

7) The "power" that cowardly judges enjoy is no power at all. It is, rather, mere advantage, position, placement. Swishing in their lovely robes, they know to toe the line, obey the will of those who command them. This is not power. It is addiction to advantageous benefit.

8) But the building, the bar, books of law, the stately power, the grand tradition, surely all this assures our freedoms, the proper disposition of proper outcomes. Alas, so far, so far from the truth this is. Rather it hides and conceals, like whited sepulchres, evils enacted.

9) That the law masks injustice behind its stately eminence is the greatest threat we face as Americans today. The innocent prosecuted with no safety, no presumption of innocence, no due course of protection. The guilty protected at every turn. The demise of Rule of Law.

10) Evil has a face. Its face has become our Department of Justice, or rather, our Department of Injustice. Is Attorney General William Barr up the bar, the low bar of simply living up to the law? I hope so. I do. Yet, he still calls Robert Mueller his friend. I almost despair.

11) @GenFlynn must be silenced. HRC may speak freely. Yet I am told to trust the plan. No, I say. Show me HRC behind bars and then I will confess, the plan may have existed when I failed to see it. So to be clear, if there is a plan - which I sincerely doubt - I detest it.

12) General Flynn is tough, tough enough, his sacrifice is needful, I am told. Nay, I say. Not that he's not tough, he is likely the toughest among us. Rather, his suffering is, to America Herself, insufferable. While @GenFlynn suffers, America Herself suffers. Who counts that?

13) I say again, no. No. NO! I will never trust a plan that calls upon the sacrifice of my friend's freedom. If freedom is at stake, any man, let alone our nation's greatest hero, must NEVER be required to surrender his freedom. No. So please, STOP asking for my trust.

14) Too cool for school, too smart for fart, I reject all such schemes and brilliant connivences. What's really going on? The bad guys win every day our hero must remain silent. Enough, I say. Justice demands more of us. More courage. More personal responsibility.

15) I know how. It is so very simple. A hashtag:

#PardonFlynnNow

Cut through the crap. Cut to the chase. Get it done. One signature, all done. Let our hero speak. Now. No more waiting. No more patience with corrupt legal systems hiding injustice as if it were justice.

16) Am I up in the middle of the night? Damn straight I am. Raging through the night. Perhaps tomorrow, in the morning, celebrating our glorious national holiday, I'll calm down. But tonight, I'm about to go read some more of the terrible truth in Sidney's book. No sleep yet.