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And the next Zerohedge article smearing the other wing of the uniparty ... I feel the need to quote Mencken, again: โAs democracy is perfected,...
Now that Trump's public approval ratings are the worst of any president in US history ever, propaganda articles like this pop up on a daily basis....
I always find it strange how people won't go after the system which enabled (and arguably) created Fauci. That would cause too much change....
Rebranding in the works? The New (and 'improved') DNC? What's the play here? They're working up some kind of angle I'd guess.
Sensible commentary worth reading. I think a lot of people are in the same situation.
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โLord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle โ be Thou near them! With them โ in spirit โ we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe.
O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it โ
For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
Mark Twain