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A.I.M.

by gnihtogtn

I used to think that I was unqualified to say such things. But then, a professor of mine encouraged the seething hum within me to boil to a roar and so- These are the facts I’ve uncovered. Our country’s countrymen were not from the West. They were here, on this patch of land, making their own. When the others arrived, led by the witchery they seized what they could find, butchered, murdered, brought the land to its knees with war and feasted on its flesh. Our big ol’ U.S. of A stands on the bones and weary shoulders of an indigenous people we have been made to ignore or mislabel as “savage” almost unwittingly- Prey, all of us in the jaws of a Capitalist agenda
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