Okay, let’s see:
Violent rhetoric? Check.
Racist birther idiots? Check.
Ignorant assholes who have no concept what government care means? Check.
One or more of these people undoubtedly using government care? Check.
Invocation of terrorism, abortion and murder? Check.
All white people? Check.
From the pen of Neil Peart, circa 1981, reminiscing about yesterday, today and tomorrow. This is America.
Features distorted in the flickering light,
The faces are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
The mob moves like demons possesed.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
Confident their ways are best.
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.
They say there are strangers who threaten us,
are immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves.
Those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.
Quick to judge,
Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand…