More and more literal prisons are taking up citizens. Metaphorical ones are branching out, too. We have to continue to fight from the outside while the feces-throwing primates keep squealing from Washington’s trees. It trickles down, though. They keep picking the infestation of lice off of each other.
It’s not the best visual, but if we have to irritate like lice, I say we irritate to the point that they become deathly ill. So irritated they can’t keep up so they give up.