The pressure cooker is building up pressure. The vent is stuck. It will EXPLODE and spatter its matter hither and yon. Poor don?

We the people can only take so much. I do not know where or when we will explode but at that point there is no turning back. Storm the palace. Take no prisoners. We have had enough.

Any day now. KABOOM. Apres moi le deluge. Allons enfants de la patrie!