I owe my soul to the State store


At this moment we are locked in battle against the asperations of the democrat party political Empire. Don’t make the mistake of thinking this normal politics. Their Empire means to end politics. To the present-day democrat party, politics is war by other means. This is the meaning of their battle against consent of the governed. An Empire in the old-fashion sense has no use of consent and so no use for valid elections and valid voting and certainly not representation in any sense.
HR 1 is not a popular Bill. To try and gin up a reason for it the democrat party machine is trying to make it appear there is voter suppression that requires the federal government supersede the States.
It is an incredibly cynical ploy. HR 1 is an incredibly cynical Bill. It's entire purpose is to prevent electoral integrity so that the democrat party doesn't require consent of the governed. The result would be the establishment of a empire where there had once been a republic.
Rule is about the rulers. There is no politics. What we are witnessing is the rise of Empire.
To maintain their rule they must totalize society into one big company town: the total State. As we are witnessing by the disgustingly obsequious servile nature of the creatures that inhabit today's boardrooms of major corporations the country is turning into one big company town, the democrat party empire; to which they have sold their souls.




The greedy-capitalist man whose singing of the song "16 Tons" ultimately enabled him to OWN the soul of the company store.




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... [a drive to] the establishment of an empire where there had once been a republic. ...It's ghoulishly riveting to watch the same dynamic (though driven by other means) currently (indeed, taking visible shape over the recent decade) across the Big Pond, and here Germany first and foremost.
"Covid" embraced (and absurdly puffed up) as a perfect opportunity for centralization, power grabs, and brazen manipulation of "masses". Plus clear indications of behind-the-scenes attempts to cement these vays (as in ve haf vays to..) in perpetuity.


Ahhh, comrades, as we watch the glorious Empire rising, as it were, from the dead - by subterfuge, lies, deception, murder, and various and sundry other evils as required - is it not beautiful beyond belief (in a satanic sort of deliciously malevolent way) to see our former and forever Glorious Leader once again upon his throne?
Yes, for now he must pretend that the senile and demented one is in charge, but that one is merely a meat puppet upon the hand of His Gloriousness, Comrade Emperor DingleBarry Obama the 1st!
FOR THE PEOPLE!!!