Listen dick breath, I ain't reading that
If I wanted to know Canadians opinion about America, I'd ask your Chinese masters
They'll tell you it was about freedom and liberty.
The North remembers what it was actually about.
Tonight they will light the fireworks and call it a birthday. The whole Republic on its feet, hand on its heart, singing about a liberty you've never once extended to anyone you could rob instead.
The South forgets. The South always forgets. But we don't.
We remember Gnadenhütten. Ninety-six Christian Indians, pacifists, converts, singing hymns, beaten to death with a cooper's mallet while they prayed. The militia voted on it first. Democracy. No one ever hanged, because in America the killing of the innocent was never a crime. It was a human sacrifice required to spawn the demonic republic into existence.
We remember Washington, Conotocaurius, Town Destroyer. Forty towns of the Six Nations burned, the orchards girdled, the corn salted in the field so winter would finish the children the torch had missed.
We remember sixty thousand Loyalists. Robbed, tarred, driven into the snow for keeping their word to their King. They came north with what they could carry and built a country out of that winter. My country. One that didn't have to steal a hemisphere's name to find its own.
We remember the Trail of Tears. A literate, treaty-keeping Christian people marched west at bayonet point so Georgia could have their gold.
We remember the Philippines. Two hundred thousand dead and the water cure, to liberate a people from their liberators.
And then you ran out of frontier, so you made the world your frontier.
The North remembers.
We remember who built Stalin's industry. American engineers, American capital, American trucks. Then you armed him, then you handed him half of Christendom at Yalta and called it peace.
We remember the quiet occupation of the half you "saved." The foundations. The NGOs. The endless dollars poisoning Europeans to be ashamed of their inheritance so they would never be competition for America. You trained their elite to demolish its civilization for free and call it virtue. Europe is dying from a poison sold to it as medicine. We remember who mixed it.
And when they tell you the men who run that Republic would never do such things to their own, remember what they've signed their names to.
Northwoods. The Joint Chiefs proposing to murder American citizens for a pretext.
Tonkin. A war that killed three million, launched on an attack that never happened.
MKUltra. Dosing their own people to madness and death, then shredding the files.
Tuskegee. Six hundred Black men left to rot from a curable disease for forty years, lied to the whole time.
Iraq. A vial of stage-prop powder at the UN, half a million dead, and not one night in a cell for anyone.
And 2020. American money funding the exact research at the exact lab in the exact city where the plague began, and the man who signed the cheques parsing "gain-of-function" under oath.
Then the plague came. And under cover of it the whole electoral machine was rebuilt overnight, by decree, and the one man that class had sworn by every other means to remove was gone.
I'm not telling you they lit the fire. I'm telling you they funded the lab, stood over the ashes, and that every fire before that was theirs too.
They have spent two hundred and fifty years telling yourselves you were the good guys.
We spent them keeping the receipts.
The North remembers.
America the Evil: 250 Years of Murder for Profit
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