And Bukowski? He’d sit back, take a long drink, and tell you that it was all inevitable. That men love the sound of their own virtue until the moment they have a knife in their hands. That every noble system is just a waiting room for corruption. That the Iroquois, for all their wisdom, were still just men, still playing the same game, still hoping that words and traditions could hold back the beast in their blood. And that the Articles of Confederation were a joke, a pathetic attempt to pretend that men could form a government without ever letting it have teeth.

The American Constitution, for all its sins, at least understood the truth: power does not disappear. It must be shackled, manipulated, weaponized against itself. Not through vague ideals, not through blind hope, but through design. The Great Law of Peace was a noble attempt to escape that reality. The Articles were a refusal to acknowledge it. And the American Constitution? It was a surrender to the inevitable—but a brilliant, calculated surrender, one that ensured no one would ever rule without resistance. That was the only path left. Because history is not made by those who dream. It is made by those who take the dream, twist it, and build a machine strong enough to survive the weight of reality.

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S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Mar 7, 2025
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1897922218803560706?t=I0ex9TRvRRBkTHuidGlPzQ&s=19

https://t.me/S_Tominaga/2647