I Love DC

No other place on earth has as much appeal for aspiring autocrats than the bastion of indulgence that sprang up out of a swamp.  The Potomac cuts through the monuments as it flows to the sea – taking with it all the discharge and waste that inexorably comes from spent excess.  Where else can you find a place where nothing of value is created, no useful product is produced, completely void of any industrious endeavor?  Absent in the practice of wealth creation has not hindered the establishment of temples.  The cornerstones of an empire are fueled by the tribute extracted from the soil of the land.  The superhighway of sustenance runs in only one direction.  The life blood of survival comes in, that allows the organism of privilege to sustain its preeminent dominance.  A one way street that is divided into quadrants, named with letters and circumvented by broad boulevards.  How can it get any better than this?  You just got to LOVE DC. 

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