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Everyone is looking for the END of the war.

We have BARELY reached the point where the grievances are enumerated and sent to the king.

The first skirmishes have been engaged.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,

Here once the embattled farmers stood

And fired the shot heard round the world.

FTX.

Game on.

But it just got started.

Do not get your hopes up for tomorrow.

EVERY Revolution is a war of attrition.

Including this one.

Be patient.