... and the clocks were striking thirteen. REFUSE TO BE AFRAID. Free yourself. Dream.
Labels: Atlas Shrugged
posted by B.W. Richardson at
8:11 AM
FELLOW TRAVELERS
More and more the ol' U.S. of A. seems like a cross between 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 - Where's Simon Jester or V when you need them? This little spot on the 'Net is meant as a place to explore ways to carve out what freedom we can in this nanny-government, corporate Big Brother world - and enjoy the bread and circuses along the way. Who am I? Well, Tom Paine once wrote, "Who the Author of this Production is, is wholly unnecessary to the Public, as the Object for Attention is the DOCTRINE ITSELF, not the MAN."
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