Got Truth??

GOT TRUTH??

I’m Charles Fuller, and I approve this message, from the beginning.

In the New Republic, members enjoy resuming the restoration of the Constitutional republic from JFK’s point of interruption, can see for miles and miles, and enjoy Liberty in building out properties and the local means of production, with the capability to sow, nurture, grow, harvest, store, cook, engineer, design, program, automate, construct, process, raise, teach, hunt, defend, provide, debate, organize, compose, dance, celebrate, and sustain.

We are the sheepdogs.

And we don’t require others for border protection.

And we have undying devotion to the Constitution.

And we belong to the longest serving Civil Rights organization in the Republic.

And we are happy to participate in the proper pursuit and offering of due process under the Constitution to the NETWORK globalist class charlatans who sold out the old republic in their lust for power and the love of money.

And we are ready for what’s next.

Sent from the New Republic.

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"Wish You Were Here"

So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

- Roger Waters, David Gilmour, 1975.

“I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children the right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.”

- John Adams, 1780.




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