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an englishmans castle is his last defence against government forces and their sole intent to capture to master to demand his consent to dominate him to placate him to have his will bent into a shape more commensurate to their nefarious ends to perform all the tasks on which their wealth depends that it is disastrous to the englishmans sense of self is no matter to them in their safe southern ensconcement a civil war is in the offing that we might not win but if disaster is coming then let battle commence
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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an englishmans castle is his last defence against government forces and their sole intent to capture to master to demand his consent to dominate him to placate him to have his will bent into a shape more commensurate to their nefarious ends to perform all the tasks on which their wealth depends that it is disastrous to the englishmans sense of self is no matter to them in their safe southern ensconcement a civil war is in the offing that we might not win but if disaster is coming then let battle commence
its harrowing up north
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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