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Sep 2018
Okay, it's time to sail.
So what's stopping you?

Now, if you a minority?
You have heard this from them.
Why?
Don't you go back from where you come from?
And if black you have heard this the most, why don't you go back to Africa?

Now, wait?
The boat is waiting for all these whites hatreds folks to sail.
England, Scotland, Ireland strange all three end with the word "land".
So what stopping you?

You upset.
You enraged.
You mad for what?

Cause you can't control the directive of a changing society.

Strangest thing, many never visit England sent the troublemakers from their country to the new land to become America.
So the boat is waiting

Your choice to depart.
We have planes to get you to any country outside of America.
And I forgot there is Germany.
Then don't live in Oz.
Many of you might not be accepted back.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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