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Straw House

It's really not about toppling statues of evil or burning books about malice and hate if we were to leave only things of purity there would be nothing left standing we'd have to topple ourselves put ourselves in the ground alongside the great pyramids built by Jewish slaves- Make no mistake this is not about equality and justice its about playing politics-disruption of democracy its about out of the closet Marxist and fascism its about revenge- payback-purely hate motivated churning up sins of the distant past- sprinkling in a little population control the casting of the timeless first stone through intimidation-destruction-race baiting the attempt to eliminate the voice and history of a race- Just as Isis the Taliban -communist, Maoist and the Nazis have tried to do.. People of America and the rest of the free world this is no time for division-through violence and censorship we've come to far to let the ratings whores lead us into believing that the freaks of this world outweigh the good people don't let the self indulgent political machine lead you to believe that we need them to help us build racial unity-it's in our hands-we the people they work for us-we don't work for them speak with your vote-not with the mouth of a gun let the people speak and once they have spoken accept the results-work with the other side for the common good to do otherwise means your just another whore to your impulses- There are many wolves at the door of our straw house dressed in little red nuclear hoods huffing and puffing...waiting for the moment that we crack under the weight of ourselves

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Date: 7/5/2020 7:07:00 PM
100 billion percent right. It's all about the agenda. You nailed it, Anthony. Thanks, Gershon
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Date: 7/5/2020 5:32:00 PM
I can't imagine what the atmosphere is like down there. Riveting ink for this Canuck, peaking over her fence hoping the neighbour's house doesn't explode (taking out the entire block). All the loudest voices seem to be so divisive.
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