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Two essential points, please note...

1. We are all born alive and therefore are in the jurisdiction of the living. We accept Natural Law and we are born as sovereigns. We are all ostensibly born kings and Queens.

2. The visual, logo for the event has the sillhouette of the so called "Statue if Liberty"!

What is Liberty?

It is not freedom.

This symbol is a reminder that we are all oppressed bybthe satanic global cult whi worship transgender ism like their God Mammon, Baal etc. This statue is a cross dressed man, do the research and see it is a poke at our ignorance as slaves.

July 4th is not our independence day, that is July 7th.

Freedom for all, correct your status to the "Living" and inherit your birth rights and assets.

Go here...

https://tasa.americanstatenationals.org/correct-your-status/

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Piki's avatar

Yes to all of it!

The Deep State has to stop being a Coward!

It has to step into the light!

The truth will prevail!

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Emanuel Pastreich's avatar

Thank you. In my speech in 2024 I quoted Langston Hughes Let America be America Again

https://poets.org/poem/let-america-be-america-again

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Langston Hughes

1901 –

1967

Let America be America again.

Let it be the dream it used to be.

Let it be the pioneer on the plain

Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—

Let it be that great strong land of love

Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty

Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,

But opportunity is real, and life is free,

Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,

Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?

And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,

I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.

I am the red man driven from the land,

I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—

And finding only the same old stupid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,

Tangled in that ancient endless chain

Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!

Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!

Of work the men! Of take the pay!

Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.

I am the worker sold to the machine.

I am the Negro, servant to you all.

I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—

Hungry yet today despite the dream.

Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!

I am the man who never got ahead,

The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream

In the Old World while still a serf of kings,

Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,

That even yet its mighty daring sings

In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned

That’s made America the land it has become.

O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas

In search of what I meant to be my home—

For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,

And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,

And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came

To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?

Surely not me? The millions on relief today?

The millions shot down when we strike?

The millions who have nothing for our pay?

For all the dreams we’ve dreamed

And all the songs we’ve sung

And all the hopes we’ve held

And all the flags we’ve hung,

The millions who have nothing for our pay—

Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—

The land that never has been yet—

And yet must be—the land where every man is free.

The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—

Who made America,

Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,

Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,

Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—

The steel of freedom does not stain.

From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,

We must take back our land again,

America!

O, yes,

I say it plain,

America never was America to me,

And yet I swear this oath—

America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,

The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,

We, the people, must redeem

The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.

The mountains and the endless plain—

All, all the stretch of these great green states—

And make America again!

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Howard Switzer's avatar

Well, I declare! I agree wholeheartedly! Real leadership does not shrink from private quity's empire. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MEJDzZ3w70

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Yasmine Nasser-rafi's avatar

The best article I have read by anyone. It covers everything

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Yasmine Nasser-rafi's avatar

"Sympathy with the victims of the fascist war on Gaza is most effective when citizens know that they are next, that the same companies creating the control grid for Gaza are running Homeland Security fusion centersin their community." That says it all. Selfishness and encouragement of it has enslaved mankind and has made them obey the antiChrist.

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Howard Switzer's avatar

Well done, we must revive the American Revolution and win this time by throwing off rule by the hidden empire of private equity.

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