How far right?

Like attempting to hold back a monstrous winter storm ocean wave with your hands. Let it push you to the cold bottom, and burry your face in the sand. When it lets go, that will be one less thing you fear. But only let it happen once. Dread descends as the next wave builds. We now know it is coming. We need to take to the streets in dissent, not to dispute but in warning. Use your torches to light as many fusses as possible. Post it in every porch and business that the war is on. Warn the guards of the joint that no rule book will protect them. Millions of hands joined in the effort, forming an impenetrable wall...
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