I am a communist. Journalists and talking heads are exploring the houses of the shadows – government – as history buried in the infrastructure that holds the Capitol and Capitalism up to the light. Not unlike wine, and what we see are bacteria and fungi engaged in battle. Homo sapiens do not get government, which is what all founding fathers believed. We are guilty, too. Slave Owners, hardly the only species that values corruption. All of them, and death. It was power who wrote the US Constitution that today Protects Capitalists. And we are the pacifists of our own aristocracy, drinking Kool Aide of the Narco State. Workers, the serfs, the soldiers that uphold narco states themselves who are governments spitting on The People. Put spin on that. Families, growing, cutting, digging, through floods, through royal crimes, war, disease, smallpox, the Black Plague, religious persecution, boiling people in oil, disembowelment, and trying to survive. Change crawled secretly, at no small risk, to alliances. The rich, became the Venture Capitalists. Both Sides of beautiful. Exploitation is now what we do. To the death. Slowly, paper and ink were staples. Magna Carta. Agreed to by King John, 1215. Protection. From illegal imprisonment, no access to swift justice, and limitations on feudal payments to the Evil King. On paper. Constructed by literate white males to put their names not to the graveyard but to one literate ant man at a time. That or the school house. Skeletons Hang It. “We declare…”