No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
Henry IV, Part 1, Shakespeare
Forward! Banish all the world, you twits and birdbrains! And shoeboxes, too! Ban them!
The totality of your ignorance never fails to amaze. You are afraid of everything, aren’t you? Some ruling power you are… Everything you don’t like, everything you don’t understand—and the list is enormous—you ban. Such frightened minds, if “minds” be the word.
You and your pious plunderers…all those villas packed with loot, all your shopping centers, your skyscrapers, your dams and power plants, your choking wristwatches, your glitzy gems, your mafia sunglasses, your murderous bridges, your deranged schemes of canals and nuclear power, your gross in-justice buildings, and all your fascist erections and rapes of nature…all these projections of power, all these obscenities and, still, you are afraid.
Out of luck and out of friends, that’s you. Nobody likes treachery, particularly the treacherous. But you didn’t know that, brother? Well, now you do. And you don’t have to even thank me, brother.
Look at your former kissy-face friends: Fethullah Gülen, Muammar Gaddafi and Bashar Asad. Why the sudden break, brother? Change of plans? Other priorities? Sure, brother, sure. It’s because of you, brother, you and your greed and the U.S. of A. “Nobody loves you, when you’re down and out.” , It's a blues song, brother, sing it!
Think America still loves you? Think twice. Maybe the same gangsters that exploded John F. Kennedy’s head in Dallas like an overripe pumpkin fifty years ago do. But these guys, like you, can turn on the flash of a dollar bill.
Now you and yours are on a one-way trip to Fizanistan, the end of your world. The birds are stretching their wings. Some day, not far away, they will fly over the land and not see a single reminder of you. Not a jot. Not a twit. Not a tweet.