She poured blood in the
form of truth in the water.
And her enemies who
at first bore the broad,
white-toothed smiles
of back-slapping friends
and allies turned vicious
when she opened
her mouth and spilled
the proverbial beans
about power’s crimes
against a broken nation’s
dazed citizenry. The sticky
smiles quickly reformed
into snarls, smirks and
scowls, as their masters
called and bayed at the
moon about her traitorous
ideas of fairness and
ordered the Democrats,
Wall Street’s towel boys,
to begin her de-construction
and public rendition. Thus
the battle to assassinate
her character and prove her
politically irrelevant has begun.
They are hunting Liz Warren
out in the open, for all to see.