Like the scent on the wind from an autumn evening's campfire, you will not see us coming. You will not hear us coming.
One breath, nothing. The next breath, we'll be there. Not just in front of you, but within your very being.
Try as you might, with all your money and powerful allies, you cannot predict what tomorrow will bring.
We are like a scent on a midnight breeze. We can arrive at anytime, anywhere.
In the days ahead keep your nose to the wind, breathe deeply, and do not blink.
Tick tock...
"It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds."
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Arise, my brother, and sleep not again. We have work to do.
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