The old slave auction house in Atlanta, Georgia. It is hard for me to believe that slavery was as common in the United States as a chicken coup and a pig's pen in the backyards across America.
Modern Slavery in America.
Only a few people on Earth are free. If you are reading this — you are not one of them. Our constitution is modeled after the Iroquois Confederacy of Nations. Those people were free and our founding fathers had ideas on keeping all Americans free but the 'government of the people, for the people and by the people' is no longer the government in power.
We live in the 'Age of Lunatics'—a corporate slave system. This age is run by corporations eager to bankroll mankind's future on credit. Credit results in 'slavery' to their system of things, and we lose our freedoms—life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness—to be free to do as we please.
We live in the 'Age of Lunatics'—a corporate slave system. This age is run by corporations eager to bankroll mankind's future on credit. Credit results in 'slavery' to their system of things, and we lose our freedoms—life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness—to be free to do as we please.
The corporate system that owns this government keeps us as slaves. We work to spend the money we make. After we spend it then we spend our future income using credit cards—the way the system is supposed to work. And it works.
As slaves, we must pay for any service we already paid for in taxes. The system, managed by people we elect or the courts appoint (i.e. Bush), makes laws that tax us to pay for everything it creates. We pay for it. We paid for our social welfare; and the system borrowed it, and used the money for its wars, and deposited an "i.o.u." where the cash was.
We are slaves as much as our ancestors were slaves. We are like that time of plantations, when owning slaves was the corporate thing to do, and people were bought and sold for their lifetime of labor.
Our combined slave labor makes our creditor's healthy, wealthy and wise. For us, the slaves, we have no days of wine and roses. We can't afford them. You could afford them if you were permitted to keep your wages. Alas, the wages of this sin—not paying taxes is: 'death in the pen.'
We are 'adjusted' to believe that happiness comes in the things we buy—via advertising. We are permitted to choose our occupations; and the schools that will teach us to be obedient servants and abide by the laws of the land. We can go live where we choose and flourish anywhere. But we can't get away from or escape from this system of 'freedom' that has us bound, for life, to corporate America.
There are some individuals who have beat the system and the system is supporting them with all their needs for as long as they live. A relative family, whose life is supported by the state and has been for half a century—everything they need is supplied—from gas to the car that uses it; and from their dental care to the grocery store bags of food they eat each week; they have been supported through extensive hospital surgeries; and housed in nursing homes until recovery was complete. And, it didn't cost them a dime. Nothing. Zero. When they pass, their funeral expenses will be covered.
The system has made many others free: some are convicted killers, and mobsters; and capitalists, like Kenneth Lay and his Enron misadventures, and they are free to enjoy the luxury of lifetime care—free but held in chains.
This is the system we support. We are slaves to it. We don't seem to know, or care about the future if it is longer than tomorrow. We are no longer a nation modeled along the lines of the Iroquois Confederacy of Nations. We are a system of slavery.
As slaves, we must pay for any service we already paid for in taxes. The system, managed by people we elect or the courts appoint (i.e. Bush), makes laws that tax us to pay for everything it creates. We pay for it. We paid for our social welfare; and the system borrowed it, and used the money for its wars, and deposited an "i.o.u." where the cash was.
We are slaves as much as our ancestors were slaves. We are like that time of plantations, when owning slaves was the corporate thing to do, and people were bought and sold for their lifetime of labor.
Our combined slave labor makes our creditor's healthy, wealthy and wise. For us, the slaves, we have no days of wine and roses. We can't afford them. You could afford them if you were permitted to keep your wages. Alas, the wages of this sin—not paying taxes is: 'death in the pen.'
We are 'adjusted' to believe that happiness comes in the things we buy—via advertising. We are permitted to choose our occupations; and the schools that will teach us to be obedient servants and abide by the laws of the land. We can go live where we choose and flourish anywhere. But we can't get away from or escape from this system of 'freedom' that has us bound, for life, to corporate America.
There are some individuals who have beat the system and the system is supporting them with all their needs for as long as they live. A relative family, whose life is supported by the state and has been for half a century—everything they need is supplied—from gas to the car that uses it; and from their dental care to the grocery store bags of food they eat each week; they have been supported through extensive hospital surgeries; and housed in nursing homes until recovery was complete. And, it didn't cost them a dime. Nothing. Zero. When they pass, their funeral expenses will be covered.
The system has made many others free: some are convicted killers, and mobsters; and capitalists, like Kenneth Lay and his Enron misadventures, and they are free to enjoy the luxury of lifetime care—free but held in chains.
This is the system we support. We are slaves to it. We don't seem to know, or care about the future if it is longer than tomorrow. We are no longer a nation modeled along the lines of the Iroquois Confederacy of Nations. We are a system of slavery.
- Read the text of H.Con.Res. 331 as passed by the Senate and House in 1988.
http://www.senate.gov/reference/resources/pdf/hconres331.pdf
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