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Never Let Them Know

I feel sorrow and dread when they borrow ideas from Marx. The sorry living, and the dead, know it never works. It never has in the least. To that, let the millions of people this theory has killed attest; And let them, in peace, rest. But always comes a new crew, who are sure they can make it work. And now they are banging on our door, tacking new lies to the old lies of before. So resist! Use all available methods and tools to stop propaganda from flowing to fools. These blind ones, stripped of love for God and Family and Country, will attack you incessantly. Keep resisting, and never let them know you know, they are monsters.

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