We are here. We see what is happening and what road our nation is on. We prepare. We lie in wait. We will be heard. "You’ll have noise enough before long".
There's a line in Hiller Zobel's "The Boston Massacre," I believe, that has always given me the chills. He talks of an alarm system in Boston consisting of a barrel of turpentine, or other like flammable liquid, atop the tallest hill in Boston proper (maybe Beacon Hill?). In any event, upon lighting that barrel of turpentine and sounding the alarm, the radicals could count on "30,000 men from the countryside" to come to their aid.
I feel the same way about the suburbs today. There's an anti-socialist stirring among the middle class, and it's growing stronger.