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yourself in ism dialectics and you stay there - lost. Forget the words. Watch the footwork. We are talking about power. People with power do what their power will let them do. Our nation was not founded on isms but on a premise to protect us, we the people, from power, power that wraps itself in isms, even religious isms. Balance of power is where freedom lives, where good lives, where sanity prevails. Good isn't a philosophic concept. It isn't a politic. It isn't truth or charity. It's a place. It's a place that lives precariously between equally pitted and often maniacal forces. Like the eye of the hurricane it moves with the wind. This isn't about medicine, it's about America and what we are becoming. We are here discussing imbalance. Imbalance of power. Power purchased and placed beyond the control of WE THE PEOPLE. In the name of isms powerful people buy the law and our refrain FOR THE PEOPLE is drowned out by a roaring spew of NATION-OF-LAWS bull shit." Shannon was holding her hands over her face, but the professors liked to see human inner workings so exposed. "Chopping at windmills are we?" Dorothy Bela asked. "Damn, I hope not," Macaluso recomposed himself. "Look, we have been seeking legal help for several years now. I know it's stupid, but, let me just expose my ignorance. I know evil when I see it, but I don't know the proper language, or, or, or process. I've been reading law books." A general groan, as Shannon apologized that, "He's possessed." They had already caught that. "Let me just put it out there, then correct me," Mac continued a bit less pressured, but only a bit. "For years professional corporations were simply not permitted." "Still aren't in a lot of places," Dryfus inserted.