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View Poll Results: Do you live in one of America's inner cities? | |||
Yes, I live in a but I got inner city | 41 | 18.55% | |
Yes, I live in a crime infested inner city | 35 | 15.84% | |
Yes, I live in a burning crime infested inner city | 33 | 14.93% | |
Bush burned the crime infested towers | 153 | 69.23% | |
Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 221. You may not vote on this poll |
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The bottom line is he isn't going to put up with the rhetoric. It's totally impossible to appease a press that wants to fuck him. He is taking the right approach by blowing them off.
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The Media thought they had an ace in the hole but as it turns out literally no good Americans want to be flooded with illegals we literally can't afford. Look at our disgusting homeless population. Caravan refugee camp look a million time better than our own homeless camps
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Did he ever mention that again after he sold out to the globalists?
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It takes two to fight. If the conservative movement was a little less freaky deaky about otherkin maybe they'd remain in power longer and create that Huxlian Utopia of Free Market Capitalism on governance, surveillance, control, and consumption.
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Rudyard Kipling
The Gods of the Copybook Headings 1919 As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place. But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome. With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings. So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things. When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Heading said: "Stick to the Devil you know." On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death." In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die." Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew, And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four -- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more. * * * * * As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man -- There are only four things certain since Social Progress began -- That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire -- And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return! | ||
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So, it's a literary version of your picture claiming it's mens nature to tear civilization down and rebuild it again in a new image flawed such by our perceptions to be retorn asunder yet again by those who fancy their notions superior?
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