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Money

the value of Money is relative, (relatively speaking) giving power and prestige to a prestigeless Nation (filled with Cash cow cheese eaters) (business-men drunk wife beaters) (game players and cheaters) and, to me, at least, it seems so cheap but my idols are now sheep (and slaves) in this country. Slaves, for what? ask not, "what?" but "why?" do you do for your Country! why do you pledge Alligence? why do you give them Power? why do you make their Money? "if Money is worthless then so are you" it is not true. they've taught you this but you never knew. (and now you do). eliminating need for interaction eliminates protest eliminates people (like me) if your mind is free they detest (if your hair is grey and your breasts sag they say "dye" and "lift".) die and left, the left and right and all the little wars we fight- they don't matter with no morality left. give me equality- I'll give you my TV. (DVD, CD, Phone, Plane, Car) (My Days Will Be Sunny But Have Fun With Your money.)
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manny-goldman
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Dec 22, 2010
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