Wisdom
Our elites are children.
The so called leaders are of a child’s mentality.
Pretending to know what’s best for us.
Who gives you the right to throw your fellow beings to their deaths in war?
What makes you think you can deal with the devil? He will always win.
I guess history writes itself.
Sad that even a peasant child like me can see.
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Keeter C (
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A great write on why what seems so obvious to the common man is so obscure to the elite and why the common man can not see the shell game where no matter which cup he picks there is no pea. Well written
Just sick of the egomaniacs that govern over us. Not being political. All of them!
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