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Your impulses are generous, kind and pure- But impose costs on us we can’t endure. One point three trillion spent each year, tis said, to keep our current poor in their own beds. America has debt related worries While social engineers break out new Mores. Recent Grads despair of their careers and student loans are going in arrears. Priests, Teachers and the Boy Scouts, rank and file, Apparently are staffed with pedophiles. Socialism’s great and life is sunny- until you run out of other people’s money.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
Slouching towards Weimar
Your impulses are generous, kind and pure- But impose costs on us we can’t endure. One point three trillion spent each year, tis said, to keep our current poor in their own beds. America has debt related worries While social engineers break out new Mores. Recent Grads despair of their careers and student loans are going in arrears. Priests, Teachers and the Boy Scouts, rank and file, Apparently are staffed with pedophiles. Socialism’s great and life is sunny- until you run out of other people’s money.
john-f-mccullagh
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
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