I am a communist. Joe Manchin drives a Mazarati. I’ve seen it. He does not eat in dumpsters. I do. Manchin lives in a mansion. I’ve seen it. Manchin put the following on the table. Ask your sources: Manchin International Airport. It’s important to remain civil even if people will die. Civility is more important than life itself. It took Rome 300 years to burn. It all burns slowly, but it burns. Children will die. Old people. The environment is killer toxic. The planet simmers. It’s Christmas. The flowers in my yard bloom. Yesterday was seventy. At the top of mountains. Just because I live in Appalachia does not mean I am stupid. What is wrong with you people. You elect criminals. You elect criminal after criminal. The world sees you only in your horrifying indifference. Your Capitalism is Joe Manchin. The Narco State loves criminality. One criminality after another. The mansions. The cars. The yachts. The cash. The flash. Tan. Designer suits. Servants (sources). Burn more coal. Be done with it. Give the country to a criminal. How has your civility worked for you now, polite people. Manchin asks: “Do you have a problem with that.” He asks it a lot. To turn tables in futility. We are intimidated. We lose. And. So what. I just emailed Manchin so I could tell him how much I hated him. Hate, even as an idea, too, is uncivil. We must be polite to Mister Death. Guess who Manchin is having lunch with. The schedule is a ruse. Mitch McConnell. I want photographs. Please do your job.