Monsanto doesn't care about feeding the world.
We have to think about the wage slavery of migrant workers
and salary read more

Monsanto doesn't care about feeding the world.
We have to think about the wage slavery of migrant workers
and salary slavery of those who are desperately unhappy.

I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When read more

I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

We grant no dukedoms to the few,
We hold like rights and shall;
Equal on Sunday in read more

We grant no dukedoms to the few,
We hold like rights and shall;
Equal on Sunday in the pew,
On Monday in the mall.
For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land, or life, if freedom fail?

We fight not to enslave, but to set a country free, and to make room upon the earth for honest read more

We fight not to enslave, but to set a country free, and to make room upon the earth for honest men to live in.

I want free life, and I want fresh air;
And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,
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I want free life, and I want fresh air;
And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,
The crack of the whip like shots in battle,
The medley of horns, and hoofs, and heads
That wars, and wrangles, and scatters and spreads;
The green beneath and the blue above,
And dash, and danger, and life and love.

Uncontrolled, the hunger and thirst after God may become an obstacle, cutting off the soul from what it desires. If read more

Uncontrolled, the hunger and thirst after God may become an obstacle, cutting off the soul from what it desires. If a man would travel far along the mystic road, he must learn to desire God intensely but in stillness, passively and yet with all his heart and mind and strength.

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Lord read more

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

My angel,--his name is Freedom,--
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and read more

My angel,--his name is Freedom,--
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west,
And fend you with his wing.

The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, read more

The cost of freedom is always high, but Americans have always paid it. And one path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender, or submission.