That's a keeper.The Consul wrote:God is Love.
Love is money.
Money is war.
War is fun.
Fun is sin.
Sin is admission.
Admission to God.
God is Amerika.
About to be cleansed.
Peace kept through war
war kept through faith.
Greed is good.
God wants you to be rich.
Believe, brother, believe
Ask any questions
and you will die.
Obstacle to Deficit Cutting: A Nation on Entitlements
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Re: Obstacle to Deficit Cutting: A Nation on Entitlements
"The most strongly enforced of all known taboos is the taboo against knowing who or what you really are behind the mask of your apparently separate, independent, and isolated ego."
- — Alan Watts
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Re: Obstacle to Deficit Cutting: A Nation on Entitlements
What is that the official Tea Party poem?The Consul wrote:God is Love.
Love is money.
Money is war.
War is fun.
Fun is sin.
Sin is admission.
Admission to God.
God is Amerika.
About to be cleansed.
Peace kept through war
war kept through faith.
Greed is good.
God wants you to be rich.
Believe, brother, believe
Ask any questions
and you will die.
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Re: Obstacle to Deficit Cutting: A Nation on Entitlements
The saddest fear is the secret wish of your enemies' success. Thus of our dreams we make relics from the scraps of fools that we might avoid our own fate.
If you look hard enough within, you can see Achilles dancing on the oars still. Refusing to join in on any madness but his own.
Warn the hero inide yourself - make not war for another man's desire or the false entertainment of the gods.
Attack instead the lies, as many as the leaves, that fall round your head before the first signs of snow.
They whisper us to their murders, to count the bodies like so many coins and print their notes with the blood ink of innocents and pawns.
Rather die grasping at the wind than in the yoke of their death carriage that moves in their parade that profits a few men
and leaves the rest in mounds..........
If you look hard enough within, you can see Achilles dancing on the oars still. Refusing to join in on any madness but his own.
Warn the hero inide yourself - make not war for another man's desire or the false entertainment of the gods.
Attack instead the lies, as many as the leaves, that fall round your head before the first signs of snow.
They whisper us to their murders, to count the bodies like so many coins and print their notes with the blood ink of innocents and pawns.
Rather die grasping at the wind than in the yoke of their death carriage that moves in their parade that profits a few men
and leaves the rest in mounds..........
" Morals is the butter for those who have no bread."
— B. Traven
— B. Traven