The Polarizing Rhetoric of the Left is Scary
Emma Lindsay

  • I empathize with everything your compassionate and wise advice hopefully can teach us. Here’s what Bob said in 1965.
  • And what’ll do now, my blue eyed son?
  • What’ll do now, my darling young one?
  • I’m a-goin back out fore the rain starts a-fallin
  • I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest Black Forest
  • Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
  • Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
  • Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
  • And the executioner face is always well hidden
  • Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
  • Where black is the color and none is the number
  • And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
  • And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
  • Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin
  • But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
  • And it’s a hard
  • It’s a hard
  • It’s a hard
  • And it’s a hard
  • It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
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