They say power corrupts, but career politicians turn it into an art form. Decades in office breed backroom deals and back-patting, not progress. Term limits aren’t just a good idea—they’re the firewall against the rot. It’s time to clean house.
Created I was, in 1841,
By someone with the name of an evil one,
He was a Belgian, living in Paris,
This man had to be very zealous.
Fourteen of me, this young man made,
Some above A, but not quite B,
With some higher than D, but lower than E,
And some that are C, and three halves above D,
That’s why my popularity’s so easy to see.
Golden with lacquer, I usually am,
I sometimes am used to honor Uncle Sam,
Patented I was in 1846,
I’m the one who gives some their kicks,
I’m shaped like a J – with a hook on the end,
So, can you tell what I am?
They want you dependent, obedient, and distracted. Sovereignty isn’t just a word; it’s the power to think, act, and live freely without asking for permission. Guard it fiercely, because once it’s gone, it’s not coming back.