You pull up to the campground,someone blows a bong toke into your car,a drum circle briefly surrounds you,a police helicopter hovers overhead,someone turns the heat up in your car,and then you are sent on your way to the festival.
I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. . . . corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed.