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He took off his three-cornered hat and speaking low to me, he said, we fought a revolution to secure our liberty. We wrote the Constitution as a shield from tyranny. For future generations, this legacy we gave. In this, the land of the free and the brave. The freedoms we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep. But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep. Your freedom's gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave. In this, the land of the free, of the brave. You buy permits to travel and permits to own a gun. Permits to start a business or to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent. Although you have no voice in saying how the money's spent, your children must attend a school that doesn't educate. And your Christian values can't be taught according to the state. You read about the current news in a regulated press. And you pay a tax you do not owe to please the IRS. Your money is no longer made of silver nor of gold. You trade your wealth for paper so your life can be controlled. You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God and shame. This number you've traded in your name. You've given government control to those who do you harm so they could burn down churches and seize the family farm. and keep our country deep in debt. Put men of God in jail. Harash your fellow countrymen while corrupted courts prevail. Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oaths they've sworn. And your daughters visit doctors so their children won't leave. Your leaders send artillery and guns to foreign shores and send your sons to slaughter fighting other people's wars. Can you regain the freedoms for which we fought and died? Or don't you have the courage or the faith to stand with pride? And are there no more values for which you'll fight to save? Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave? O sons of the Republic, arise, take a stand, defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the land, preserve our great Republic and each God-given right, and pray to God to torture freedom burning bright. As I awoke he'd vanished in the mist from whence he came. His words were true, not free, but we have ourselves to blame. For even now as tyrants trampled each God-given rite, we only watch him tremble, too afraid to stand and fight. If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you were asleep and wondered what remains of the freedoms he'd fought to keep, what would be your answer if he called out from the grave, dill the land of the free? God, Goodness, I can't be... Say the late not just, being the same as the leader. Didn't think anybody should, I mean when you think about a portfolio, and the one they want to put in you is such a stink. Wasn't the manufacturing, uh, or something like that, a-oops, she's a yah-buk. Well, the conflict is inevitable, I can't unsize enough, uh, guys put food away, electricity's still running. Also I don't want to survive most all of the weapons, Ellie. Some logistics, nearly nine months now, 200, and I believe it was two, he sees his trial. Jim McQuarff. You don't get to give him a word of a case law, what he's doing. And I think on behalf of Bob, he sent a letter to that if it was opened up this morning. 01, I have one. 7-0-1. 1. Or you can write him. A minor. M-I-N-E-R. And he's at CCC, that's Sierra. At 205-01-01. Search in the background. Peaceingly talented people. Biblically? Biblically? Well, one of the documents said, well, Bob came to town, didn't know what he was all about. I need to come to town, comment on that note. I believe that's it. One, two, three, four, five, including the miners. Hamleys and 36 square minutes and know what was going on in his backyard. And they came into town, maybe. First, you know, they come into church and at the same time, they just didn't get to go to town twice. Wait a minute, it was nine miles. You know otherwise you're probably there for a reason cuz you like living. Discovery that he spoke last week apparently the officers are missing getting it out. Okay, so they'll take me a couple days to go through. These morons, the tripe, we go on this. So they call. He's going to speak. I should say in a state of ricks on their feet. No heavy coat into an environment four miles away where they started to conc- story, their finalized version of the lie they were putting forth. At the most interesting when this drive, these files are made available. Can't get them up on YouTube and mount in this country. 8 November, 5.30 PM, 2018. How you doing? That's in balloons, Bob. For election, for destruction. Way the cops seem to do things anymore. When they screw up, we're just gonna bury him in more charge. Then he can't sue us and we're off the behind-year wind. I've never seen a series of government law suits. I don't... No, I'm not just talking about you. I'm talking about anybody that beats these jerks in the system. Level and come back and sue the hell out of them. I'm trying to clear it up for the audience out there. Followed you and your snaps. A minute late for their meeting, the clock's running. For people in like a form or another, I'd be willing to bet I would... He was in chief by Barbara Ritter and Bob was speaking to him And the name Ritter came up and the guy's next snapped around and said, yeah, she found an Allendale. What a bitch.