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Servitude

WORK; BE IT PHYSICAL OR MENTAL AS A MEANS OF EARNING OUR INCOME HAS LOST ITS TRUE DEFINITION. LACK OF RESPECT, EXHAUSTING LABOR AND RESTRICTED FREEDOMHAS BEEN IMPLEMENTED TODAY BY THE WORLD OF CORPORATION. UNCLE TOM'S CABIN IS NO LONGER FOLKLORE BUT ALIVE AND THRIVING AMONG THE WORKING CLASS TODAY. THE CONSTITUTION IS A MOCKERY AND ITS ARTICLES ONLY ENFORCED TO SERVE THE RICH AT PLAY. HUMAN RIGHTS AND RECOURSES ARE A TANGLED WEB AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS IS A LOST CHASE. ATTORNEYS AT LAW ARE SWIFT TO PRETEND COMING TO OUR RESCUE IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE; GRABBING OUR CASE. BUT IN TRUTH WE ARE A HERD OF SHEEP LED TO BE SHEARED OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SKIN. AND IF WE ALLOW IT, IT SOON WILL TURN INTO A TOTAL SLAUGHTER LIKE WE HAVE NEVER SEEN.
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