— Thomas Paine
Are we celebrating the ability to overthrow a tyranical government or blindly ushering in another, one open door, one misdirection at a time? Make certain the freedoms you celebrate with each explosive resound of a firecracker still exist; do not hesitate for a moment to question your government for what once evolved from tyranny can slowly slip again so long as the constituents turn a blind patriotic eye.
Know intimately each lock that was opened for the life you live today; inspecting each lock regularly ensuring it has not been shuttered, the key long since lost.
Ron Paul - Health Care is not a Right.
To make any progress as a society towards the salvation and sanctity of the individual we must first begin unlearning the assumption that it is only through government we have life, liberty, justice, and freedom. We must revisit and destroy the fallacy of government, if it should exist at all, that its being is the source of our Unalienable Rights. These Rights are those of the people, not as a collective whole, but as each and every individual, equally. Until we scratch back years of lecherous soot and ash from history from our cognitive present the greatest extinction, the final extinction, inches ever closer with each new notch in the belt of collective control; the individual which once stood with the world at his feet ever closer to never having been.
— Ron Paul
— Ron Paul
— Milton Friedman
— Ron Paul
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