Dear Civil Despotas, Magistrate of Social Security,
We have heard that we live under a benign oligarchy. Please do not hurt us. Please do not steal our food, children, and liberty. Do not use starvation as a weapon. Let us worship in peace. We resent your fear mongering, warning us that our livelihoods will collapse without your "spending plan." We know you don't care about the economy, but only promoting your government growth agenda and radical centralization.
We are told our families must make more sacrifices while our rulers live in luxury. You fly first class and spend days in spas while we labor in offices and factories. Please relieve the heavy tax burden that is crippling us. You say "There! there! So we shall have it. It shall be this way." But in your heart you have said, "We have devoured them." We don't believe in your false gospel that "Government" will save us all. We will take a stand against your totalrian statist regime, your total-care-government.
Sincerely,
Your downcast but defiant slave
O LORD God, to whom vengeance belongeth, * thou God, to whom vengeance belongeth, show thyself.
Arise, thou Judge of the world, * and reward the proud after their deserving.
LORD, how long shall the ungodly, * how long shall the ungodly triumph?
How long shall all wicked doers speak so disdainfully, * and make such proud boasting?
They smite down thy people, O LORD, * and trouble thine heritage.
They murder the widow and the stranger, * and put the fatherless to death.
And yet they say, the LORD shall not see, * neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.
Plead thou my cause, O LORD, with them that strive with me, * and fight thou against them that fight against me.
Lay hand upon the shield and buckler, * and stand up to help me.
Bring forth the spear, and stop the way against them that pursue me: * say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.
Let them be confounded, and put to shame, that seek after my soul; * let them be turned back, and brought to confusion, that imagine mischief for me.
Let them be as the dust before the wind, * and the angel of the LORD scattering them.
Let their way be dark and slippery, * and let the angel of the LORD pursue them.
For they have privily laid their net to destroy me without a cause; * yea, even without a cause have they made a pit for my soul.
Let a sudden destruction come upon him unawares, and his net that he hath laid privily catch himself; * that he may fall into his own mischief.
And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD; * it shall rejoice in his salvation.
All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, who deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him; * yea, the poor, and him that is in misery, from him that spoileth him?
False witnesses did rise up: * they laid to my charge things that I knew not.
They rewarded me evil for good, * to the great discomfort of my soul.
Nevertheless, when they were sick, I put on sack-cloth, and humbled my soul with fasting; * and my prayer shall turn into mine own bosom.
I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother; * I went heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.
But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together; * yea, the very abjects came together against me unawares, making mouths at me, and ceased not.
With the flatterers were busy mockers, * who gnashed upon me with their teeth.
Lord, how long wilt thou look upon this? * O deliver my soul from the calamities which they bring on me, and my darling from the lions.
So will I give thee thanks in the great congregation; * I will praise thee among much people.
O let not them that are mine enemies triumph over me ungodly; * neither let them wink with their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
And why? their communing is not for peace; * but they imagine deceitful words against them that are quiet in the land.
They gaped upon me with their mouths, and said, * Fie on thee! fie on thee! we saw it with our eyes.
This thou hast seen, O LORD; * hold not thy tongue then; go not far from me, O Lord.
Awake, and stand up to judge my quarrel; * avenge thou my cause, my God and my Lord.
Judge me, O LORD my God, according to thy righteousness; * and let them not triumph over me.
Let them not say in their hearts, There! there! so would we have it; * neither let them say, We have devoured him.
Let them be put to confusion and shame together, that rejoice at my trouble; * let them be clothed with rebuke and dishonour, that boast themselves against me.
Let them be glad and rejoice, that favour my righteous dealing; * yea, let them say alway, Blessed be the LORD, who hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.
And as for my tongue, it shall be talking of thy righteousness, * and of thy praise, all the day long.