Election Day »
By Robert Higgs | Tuesday November 2, 2010 at 7:21 PM PDT | 1 Comment
Light rain falls from the leaden skies As the slaves proceed to the hall. No light shines in their languid eyes. They mark their X, and that is all. They take their leave, having been polled. A sick one falls; they file past her. They can do no more: they’re controlled. But soon they’ll...
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