Their screams are silent, free of sound, their fates are fickle, market-bound, who tether heart and hope and soul, to present body-frequency. Not much remains but pent-up rage, at king and country, wife and knave, at things far past an easy grasp, at politics – elephant, ass. With scrawls aplenty they do fill, their fleeting time on earthly crust, updating Bob and Jack and Jill, and countless others they mistrust. Now all that's left are silly rhymes and windless talks about old times, all filler-words and fancy -isms, the listeners they droop and nod, they sit down heavy with their pods to reblog sleepy puffball kittens. So all things are proper, and nothing's awry, young hearts they are empty, and old eyes are dry, the talk it will go on, as rightly it should, we'll not sit and judge or choose bad over good, but welcome each syllable, jape dig and jest, we poor foolish humans, we men of the West.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Cities go to great lengths to try and thwart the application of street art. They send out minions to paint over graffiti and scrape it away, apply materials that keep stickers from sticking, raise street signs and utility boxes higher to make them harder to reach, and cake on a cottage-cheese-like layer that diminishes a pole's available surface area. Not one of these measures keeps the graffito from pursuing his trade; rather, they force the SDUBS (self directed urban beautification specialist) to seek out new surfaces upon which to make his art, higher and less accessible areas to cover with paper or paint, new and craftier ways to make a name for himself in the riotous and anarchic meritocracy that is graffiti. We hope that someday the leadership councils of these cities will choose to promote and support the dazzling and intricate arrays of free artwork that the graffito spends his time and money creating and risks his life and liberty applying rather than them wasting limited resources on destroying beauty and making the asphalt landscape visually uniform. A barren phaltscape compels people to go home, draw a picture on a piece of paper, and tape or glue their creation to a neighborhood tree, pole, post, box, booth, or sign. Graffiti is among the oldest forms of human artistic expression we know of; for tens of thousands of years, mankind has been free to alter his surroundings, and there is indication he will be stopping anytime soon. Street art is here to stay and it will not be forced away so gather pen and pad and brush and get you outside – hurry, rush!
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 When the Revolutionary War had ended, and America had gained her freedom, the people of this land were so grateful to George Washington that they wished to make him King For Life. Cognizant of the corrupting effects of power and knowing the dangers inherent to autocratic rule, Mr. Washington turned down the offer, pushing for and succeeding in establishing a presidency limited in its power, an office that once balanced, and that was once balanced by, our other pillars of government, the legislature and the judiciary. And the system worked for a few hundred years, until the 20th Century, most notably during World War Two, during which conflict the president of this Union of American States began to issue great numbers of executive orders, thereby circumventing the balances designed into our system of government, changing our society in vast and lasting ways and effectively ruling the people by whim.
The American system of government is set forth in our founding documents, those being the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. Nowhere therein is made mention of the executive order, and neither document grants the president any right to issue or to rule by executive order. All presidents since the Great Patriotic War have used the executive order, including George Walker Bush and Barack Hussein Obama; all presidents since the Allies beat the Axis have brushed aside legally crafted procedures carefully and specifically designed to keep too much power out of the hands of just one person, fundamentally changing the way our government works and destroying the efforts of our founding persons to protect us from tyrannical and despotic rule. Democracy in America is long dead, steamrolled into nothingness by the Patriot Act, which did away with protections contained in the U.S. Constitution; Liberty lies crushed under the smothering mass of the Controlled Substances Act of 1970, which made it illegal to consume any drug other than drugs sold by pharmaceutical corporations, beer distributors, and cigarette retailers. With a few, simple pen-strokes, our president could do away with these injustices, which are heaped upon the people daily, just as the president could issue an executive order to cancel all subsequent executive orders, declaring them null and void. I fear, however, that things have not changed much, here, and that the American people still wish for, pine for, and long to wallow under kingly rule. (Fuck the British queen, by the way, and fuck her jubilee.) Why else do we continue to allow the president to rule as his or her whim and fancy should dictate? Perhaps we let this mockery continue because we deserve not freedom nor Liberty nor a balanced and democratic system of government, only the carbon-copy lives of wage-slaves yolked to materialism and convinced of the inevitability of constant and conspicuous consumption. As long as the blood is warm in our veins, though, it is our duty to fight for Liberty, to reinstate her, and to share her comforting effect with the sovereign peoples of the world. To prove to mankind, however, that our systems are worth emulating, we must reign in presidential power, re-balancing it to the other branches of government, and outlaw such undemocratic and unconstitutional means as the executive order. So stand up, speak out, & fight injustice. Mahalo. 場黑麥 mentiri factorem fecit Following the lead of Wisconsin, an American state that chose the lactobacillus as its official microbe, the Glorious Republic of Grigovia recently selected as its national bacterium the belliflorum argentii. Famous throughout Central Asia for its many roles, belliflorum argentii helps in the fermentation of czabtyip wine, tinges naturally-cured artisan paints and tattoo inks with a subtle silvery hue, and adds biting tartness to the fermented soft cheeses that are frequently sprinkled over tchuirff. (Tchuirff is a regional pastry made using goose meat, acorn flour, and red curry.) The bacterium grows best in the vast tunnel systems that run under the capital city of Grig, where it was first discovered and isolated. In humans, initial contact with high concentrations of unadulterated belliflorum argentii can cause mild-to-severe respiratory diseases as well as stubborn infections of the gastrointestinal tract. The bacterium is wholly Grigovian; it is not known to grow anywhere else. Under expert teacher supervision, each Grigovian child of school-going age shall add pertinent information regarding his nation's official bacterium to his text-books. Try tchuirff! Tour the catacombs of Grig! Book a trip to Grigovia, today. Please come visit us soon.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 In the past, upon meeting a beautiful young lady whose interests and tastes happened to overlap with mine, I would have freaked out and started trying to spend as much time as possible talking to and being near her. With my jettisoning of the old ways however and my conscious efforts to stick to new methods, I managed to keep my shit together. I was neither too coy nor too aggressive, expressed myself honestly and calmly, enjoyed the time she and I spent together, and left when it was my time to leave. Caution and courtesy were foremost among the patterns of my mind, and I managed to honor the primal urges while not backsliding into sleaze-ball mode and trying to go in for erotic physical contact right off the bat. Having started to sow the great in with the small, I find myself taking the first beautiful steps on the journey of a thousand miles. Aho.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 The Glorious Republic of Grigovia put forth a bounty on the head of “Big Nosed” Bill Hardigan, an American gangster turned philanthropist who had at first plagued and then helped rebuild the country's second-largest city in the early 20th Century. Stolen from the Pyltagrad Museum of National Relics in a daring 1970s heist, the head is of great importance to the Society for Grigovian Reconciliation, a mutual-aid organization dedicated to alleviating the effects of globalization. Individuals with information are asked to contact their local citizen's militia. The bounty is set at 50,000 Grigovian karats, roughly $25,000 US.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 with the crew in the 202. DC with MN & KW. making casa anarchia tonight. werd
America should not be surprised to find itself under attack by extremists of all stripe – for a century, the United States has installed dictators in Central America (see the actions of its School of the Americas), fucked up Middle Eastern politics, and engaged in illegal wars of agression against the sovereign nations of Iraq and Afghanistan. The old saying goes: Every action will have an appropriate and timely reaction. Keeping this in mind, it should be obvious that the attacks of 11 September 2001 were little more than a fraction of the woe and heartbreak and torment and bloodshed that the Ynki has visited upon the innocent peoples of the world being visited back upon himself. I do not condone terror, nor do I support war or hostility of any sort; what I am saying is that given America's track record of genocide and destruction her citizens should not be surprised that other people have begun to fight back, and hit them where it hurts. If Americans wish to be safe from similar attacks in the future, they would do well to ring up, email, or visit their representatives in their houses of parliament (the House and the Senate) and demand that their federal government stop waging wars, selling arms overseas, warmongering, and imposing sanctions upon or otherwise blockading foreign nations, that it cast aside the arrows of war and lift up the laurels of peace. A dictatorship of fear has descended over the American nation, and only when her citizens stand as one and call for an end to fascism and officially-sanctioned corruption will she once again join the ranks of competent and just nations. Let us pray this happens soon.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 There did live once a sleepy man who'd snooze away the day, and slumber deep as cow and crook would make off with his hay. He'd rake again, the very next, and lament his undoing, but afterward, he'd choose to sleep, neglectful of his shooing. He slept so much that mountains sprites those nasty mischief-makers, hatched plan one night to make things right and filled up their dream-shakers. They stole upon the sleeping gent young Yyeirdoyesst his name was, and covered him from head to toe in sparkling shiny sleep-dust. You did too much (said leader-sprite, admonishing his cousin) for now this man will sleep not nights but years – perhaps five dozen. The sprites they panicked, cried and fled, they raced on back to hearths they knew, they wailed and gnashed and foamed with dread, young Yyeirdoyesst they left for dead. But here a goddess came along, her life a careless happy song, she saw the poor man sitting there, with ruddy cheeks and golden hair, and spied the mischief all too soon, and bore him off for home, the moon. Oh what is done?! (she cried aloud, remembering the veils and shrouds that guard the waters of the moon from mortal man's intrusion) act is act, for worse or better; with me he stays but not in fetters. And so she ceased his magic slumber, hoping he would soon recover. Yyeirdoyesst he sat upright, looked around, realized his plight, shrugged his shoulders, lay back down, then bid the goddess fair good-night. Enraged his sloth did made her, mere death it could not slake her, she quickly conjured up his doom, then cast his mug upon the moon, then cast his body down below, and now his face will ever show, on lunar surface brightly.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Now hear ye all hackers, from far and from near, come store with us data files, emails, and gear. We protect our servers from Ynki intrusion, with firewalls, blind-loops, and other solutions. We safeguard your messages, intel, and drops, we stonewall all queries, especially cops'. Our farms they lie buried, in Grig's tunnels deep, watched over by robots that never do sleep. Our coding is some of the finest around, for we just rebuilt it on up from the ground. Sign-up it is shrouded and name-less to boot, we won't check your ID or go through your loot. So stop by and set up your own cloudy hoard, or proxy in via the network of Tor. We welcome all comers, and curse Western eyes, your data is safe from flood theft mold and spies. Our website is ynkiproofdata.gv, sign-up is encrypted, anonymous, free. We're quick alert brash brave fun relaxed and clever, you'll not want to leave but to stay for forever. Huzzah.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Following his decision to joined his the 59nd armored cavalry division of his nation's armed forces, local equestrian enthusiast Percival Florence Chusstwerth bought a horse. “My superior officers may try to issue me a different horse than Chestnut here,” the young man said, patting the tan-colored foal, “but I shall insist on riding only her, and on brushing her sleek flanks every night before bedtime.” The 19-year-old honors student from Flushing, New York, USA, purchased the horse using a large personal loan and most of the money he had saved up over the years doing odd jobs around his neighborhood. “We told him not to do it,” said Dorothy Chusstwerth, the young man's mother. “We even sat down with Percy in the presence of his recruiting officer to try to explain to our son that modern cavalry forces use motorized vehicles – not horses – to move themselves around on the battlefield.” The diminutive woman stopped to blow her nose on a couch-pillow. The recruit's father wrinkled his nose in disgust at his wife's behavior, shook his head, and said, “Unless we can donate his foal to some farm out in the country, we'll be having flank-steak for the next couple of weeks. That boy watched the movie War Horse one too fucking many times.”
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 No matter how magnanimous or calm I am, no matter how understanding or sober, I shall never be good enough for some people; their moods will remain forever beyond my control. The need to be accepted and liked by people is a holdover from my life before I completed the training, when I tended to tether myself to others' opinions and moods, before I came to understand how strong is my empathy, how powerfully I am affected by the energies people emit when they think or talk about me. The Warrior's Path differs from that of the average mortal in that it entails breathing through and unlearning one's habits rather than repeating or perpetuating them; it helps one center body and spirit rather than flying off the handle and always blaming the world for one's problems. For me, this means staying quiet and not responding when others heap fear and woe and frustration upon me, feeding their egos silence instead of the hatred and discontentment they so desperately wish me to bounce back at them, maintaining purity of vision instead of letting it become clouded with rage. Few are they who know this Path, fewer still who walk it. Aho.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Design an image, crafting it lovingly from the aether. Make it appealing to look at, and fill it will subtle meaning. Then, after much gentle and loving effort, venture out into the night and glue it to a pole, abandoning it there. This is the life of the street artist. Once his picture is up and his work is done, he vanishes into the darkness to wait and see how the Universe will respond. As a seasoned veteran of the streets, he operates cunningly and without ado; occasionally, however, he struggles with memories of earlier agony. Oh how he would sweat when first starting out, and quiver, his knees shaking on the way to check and see if his image were still up or if it had been scraped down or covered over in the few hours since it was born. Oh how he would wallow in sadness at finding his tender little piece plastered over with another person's art, or, worse, hacked off and discarded by a member of one of those Artwork Desecration Teams. The budding street artist suffers trepidation because his graffiti – one it is stuck up or otherwise applied – stops belonging to just one person and becomes the common property of anyone who might look at it; it merges with the harsh and tumultuous meritocracy that is graffiti.
If the graffiti artist wants to keep his sanity, he will realize (by delving deeply into his soul-space and maintaining a proper equilibrium there) that his street art, along with the graffiti applied by the next vandal, is just one segment in a giant, shifting mosaic applied by hundreds of selfless SDUBS (Self Directed Urban Beautification Specialists) whose goal is to enliven the otherwise colorless and visually barren asphalt landscape (the phaltscape). With enough experience he will understand that by covering only a portion of his piece instead of defacing it entirely, the other street artists deem his art edgy, unique, or beautiful enough to merit a continuing existence on wall, pole, and street-sign. (Exceptions to this rule include if his work is so terribly lame as to be worth neither time nor effort to cover over or if he is particularly good at putting his pieces in places few others might reach, which in itself would prove his mettle.) As long as he stays in the graffiti game, he shall, in time, develop a vandal's eye of his own, which will allow him to judge which pieces to cover over, which to incorporate into his newest work of art, and which to not touch at all. His is a dangerous game of applying and fleeing, watching and forgetting, shrugging and re-applying. His is a world in which his city destroys his art nearly as quickly as he can apply it, a world in which his work must stand not only the test of time but also appeal to the sensibilities of any subsequent vandal whose primarily purpose is to cover the phaltscape. He must keep one eye out for meddlesome and ever-watchful cops while contending for display space with some of the finest artists operating today, artists who plaster over poor and inferior works of art mercilessly and without hesitation. Such is life in the harsh meritocracy of the graffiti-writer. mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Trees are fascinating creatures. If one lops the top off of a sapling, the growth nodes directly below the cut send out shoots that, if left to their own devices, keep reaching for the sky until they erase all but the last signs of injury. Some trees, such as hybrid poplars, grow so large within a few decades that they become hazardous to both power lines and dwellings. The speed with which poplars attain great height and wide circumference means that they provide heaps of useful lumber in a short amount of time. Their felling, however, requires specialized equipment, many thousands of dollars, and much personal risk, which is why mine still stand, today. On the one hand, the poplars growing here are a nuisance; on the other hand, they are beautiful and majestic beings that are only doing what they were designed to do: to grow tall, quickly.
Human bodies function differently. Our limbs don't grow back once they are removed, and our bodies tend to stop growing once they have reached a terminal height. We surmise that an individual's maximal height is determined by a range of factors, including epigenetic markers, food supply, and such environmental conditions as average daily temperatures and levels of atmospheric pollution. The mind, however, and the its counterpoint the spirit, is more akin to the tree than we might image. Cut someone down to size, and she springs right back. Hack away (verbally, of course) at a person's high-flying dreams, and she aspires merely to greater heights. Such is the resilience of the soul that it will emerge from the ashes of its erstwhile destruction time and again, through Holocaust, gulag, and Inquisition, suffering the slings of televised content and the arrows of religious fervor but always and again re-inhabiting the pulsating core of these our poor, mortal coils. Human amputees often suffer from something called phantom limb syndrome, a condition characterized by the experiencing of pain in parts of the body that are no longer attached to it. Do trees suffer from phantom branch syndrome, always yearning for tops that were lopped off and pining evermore for eaves and root-balls that will never be? I think that, similar to the more psychologically-resilient persons among us, trees accept the lot thrust upon them by the shifting winds of Fortune and make do with such gifts as they receive, even ones that arrive cloaked in curses. To conquer the desire to judge things as good or bad according to a narrow, human view of the universe is among our greatest challenges. Who among us can know for certain that what is lamb today won't be wolf tomorrow? (The author does not intend to disparage of amputees, human or otherwise.) mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 The Glorious Republic of Grigovia, having recognized the impending shift in the sun's polar alignment and the effect that shift is having on the minds of normally sane people, declared the remainder of 2013 and the first half of 2014 Crazy Days. During the next 11 months, anyone feeling mad, nutty, wacko, strange, loopy, loony, crazy, wigged-out, or just plain odd is advised to pin a daisy to his or her shift-collar and have the fuck at it. Persons seeking to avoid the sight of or unwanted consequences from contact with People Acting Strangely – i.e. Crazy Daisies – are advised to do their grocery shopping during the day and to stay away from crowded areas. Last decade, during Crazy Days, a mere 9 persons were killed by other humans, with 147 non-fatal injuries and 18 deaths resulting from falls and animal assaults. (Compare this to Crazy Days 1900, when hundreds of lunatics died trying to gain entrance into the Homes for Orphans of Imperialistic Overreach that dot Grig, the nation's capital. Fiercely defended by crews of machine-pistol-toting babushkas, not one of the Homes was ever fully breached.) The Ministry of Information, which approves this message, understands the futility of trying to reason with people who are off their rockers; nevertheless it urges all citizens to remember that deep, conscious breathing and cold baths are two effective ways to combat a case of the crazies, and that mace or pepper spray (both of which are available upon request at any Grigovian National Police station) are effective in holding off encroaching buffoons until help arrives. As always, dear Grigovians, stay safe out there, and don't forget to check for flowers.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Lo these many years I have thought that my foes lurked on the outside, when all along they have enjoyed free rent inside my brains. I have been blinding myself to reality, forgetting that the very classification of something or someone as an enemy destroys the tender inner balance, forgetting that a self-deprecating mindset is not predisposition or life sentence but daily choice. How simple the Way is, and how easy it is to grasp, once one has burned and breathed and cleansed through the ego's incessant attempts to hijack the thought process and pervert it to devious ends. Lay aside the ranger, indeed.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 As part of its century-long effort to shelter the victims of imperialistic overreach, the Glorious Republic of Grigovia announced today it would take in and care for a first wave of 100,000 refugees fleeing war in Syrian. “The United States of America and the Russia Federation are waging a proxy war with one another in the Middle East,” said spokeswoman for the Interior Ministry Dr. Eroya Yastoyeindt. “Grigovia opens her doors to the civilians affected by these barbaric atrocities.” “We are a small nation, but we spread our arms wide,” said Ulla Rouvendt, Grigovia's third female president, during an address live-cast on the website for her country's executive branch, www.exe.gov.gv. “To the downtrodden and disaffected people of the world,” she continued, “to the tired, poor, and hungry, hear this: Come enjoy the blessings of Liberty, the bounty of peaceful cooperation, and the tranquility of effortless productivity.” Until dedicated housing is available, the refugees will live in the homes of thousands of magnanimous and caring Grigovians.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Recently, I have had heaped upon me a spiteful woman's scorn. I know not for sure why she hates me, and she knows not for sure why she hates me, but she has taken it upon herself to loathe me with passionate tenacity. The situation would be different if I were to choose not to go to their house regularly in order to make free lessons available to the whole family; the husband is so far my and only student however and I cannot bail on him, for I enjoy his company and watching his practice progress. I process this woman's hatred by accepting it and allowing it to wash over me without letting it get stuck to Spirit. I meet her injuries with kindness and her barbs with soft words. I greet her when I meet her and listen when she speaks. Perhaps responding in this way keeps the fires of her hatred alive – as one who cultivates within her soul dark and sad and dismal energies, she is likely intimidated by the brightness and Happiness I have sown within my own. So, what to do? Do I stay away entirely, ceasing to teach and canceling the friendship? Do I bear the slings and arrows of this misfortune, accepting them as tests of my compassion, courage, and dedication? I aim to live a life free of the shackles of woe and sadness and suffering, and I injure the Tender One within me every time I expose myself to negative emotion. I alone am responsible for my emotional status and for how I react to my environment and the people in it. Therefore, having abandoned slavery and taken up a hero's path, I shall continue to meet lies with truthfulness, loathing with love. Aho.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Following the discovery of at least four tubes filled with the hollowed-out bodies of nearly a dozen victims, local authorities are on the look-out for a solitary black wasp. Said Sgt. Buswerth of the Apiary Authority of South-Eastern Codorus Park, “This fellow captures his victims, injects them with a chemical that paralyzes without killing, shoves them into tubes of clay he had previously shaped with his own mouth, then packs in one of his own babies before sealing the tubes shut.” The officer paused here to wipe sweat from his pollen-caked brow. “Over a period of many days the baby grows, feeding on the living flesh of its paralyzed victims, who must endure in utter darkness listening to the sounds of their unfortunate neighbors being eaten alive.” All wasps eat other insects, but the methods of the solitary black wasp can shock even the most steeled observer. “I enjoy eating meat just as much as the next chap,” said Cpt. Highfligh of the Greater Happy Valley municipal police authority, “but locking a kid up in a dark room and letting him feast on innocent bugs until he is strong enough to break out and start the process all over again is just plain creepy, and we want it to stop.” When last seen, the solitary black wasp was headed for a deposit of light-yellow clay down by the stream.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Ich versuche einen anderen Weg zu laufen als den von Bekannter und Freund; ich suche nach dem neunten Pfad, den den Helden betreten und dessen endgültiges Ziel nicht genau zu bestimmen ist. Bei meiner Suche bin ich schon in Schwierigkeiten geraten: Haß und Neid stehen mir entgegen, die Sucht nach Rauschgift gerinnt nur langsam, ich nehme mir zu viel Zeit beim Räumen und Verkaufen dieses alten Hauses, und die Versuchung ist groß einfach aufzugeben und wie die anderen ein bedenken- und moralloses Leben zu führen. Zum Glück habe ich eine neue Übersetzung des Daodejing gefunden, die mir dabei hilft die Radspuren der Kleindenker zu entweichen und wie den Wind ziellos durch die Gegend zu wehen. Fortan sehe ich mit originaler Reinheit, umschliesse ohne Anspruch, reduziere Besitz, und drossle Begierde. Der Heldenpfad ist breit und gemäß, aber die Leute bevorzügen umgänglichere Wege. Weshalb?
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 My my they are sneaky, those mischievous ones, who shorten the daylight, absconding with sun. Not as hard to fathom as they are to see, when coming the hurry when going they flee. They gather up photons, a few more each day, they lengthen the darkness, and rob us of day. Their clothing is leaf-fall, their hair spider-webs, they're quick rash and jumpy, they don't sleep in beds. But all golden treasure that they put away, does ooze out from hiding on first days of May. So fear not ye young ones but leap cry and bound, the sun-stealing pixies they are all around, they listen to no one but good kids who say, Go home now, you pretties – thieve no more today.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 America's presidents seem to enjoy sending troopers into battle – such actions are ways for them to improve their domestic political standing and to show how tough and alert and ready for action they are. It would be of greater benefit to the freedom of the American people and the democracy for which they strive however to elect presidents who had been themselves to war; who had read books recounting the horrors of combat such as the Iliad, Generation Kill, or Winter War; or, at the very least, who grew up playing war-related video and board games. If the U.S. presidents understood the foolishness of starting wars on multiple fronts, they would more likely abstain from starting wars simultaneously in separate foreign nations such as Iraq and Afghanistan; they would be aware that war causes an overall, word-wide reduction in Happiness (a condition that, according to its Constitution, it is the duty of the federal government of America to bring about); and they would understand that when one nation tries to impose its will upon all other nations on Earth that nation will become the target of guerrilla attacks such as those that occurred in the final months of 2001. War is terror, and the sooner the leaders of the American republic accept that, the sooner we will have peace.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥 Citing its ongoing disregard for the Constitutional directive to secure the Blessings of Liberty for millions of its citizens, the federal government of the United States of America officially abandoned its stated purpose. “We recognize that spying on the People without securing warrants for each intrusion, and denying Americans the right to choose what substances to put into their bodies, has revealed to a candid world that we've given up on the founding principles,” said president Barack Obama at a Rose Garden press conference. “Therefore, we'll continue the process of distancing ourselves from any and all mentions or references to Liberty, a process that started with the sale of the statue known as Liberty Enlightening the World to Grigovia, a Central Asian nation.” Having written the following: in subsection 1 of section D of the Student Guide Introduction of AFSS 0910, a training document, that the persons who founded the American republic were violent extremists; and in subsection 1 of section E of the same document, that speaking about individual liberties, states' rights, and ways to make the world a better place are examples of extremist behavior; the Department of the Army of the United States ordered a redesign of its official crest. “We reject the notion that freedom is an essential component of American society, and are therefore removing the Phyrgian, or Liberty cap, from our emblem,” said John McHugh, current Secretary of the Army. “Henceforth, on the seal, the tip of the sword will be fully visible, to symbolize our unfailing dedication to striking first without regard to consequence.” Plans announced today also call for the removal of artwork depicting the Phyrgian cap from the Senate, and elsewhere. If the government continues its destruction of civil rights, watchdog groups expect incidents of civil unrest to increase as Americans begin to realize the full extent of federal skullduggery.
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