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October 14, 2002
By Julie Kay Smithson
213 Thorn Locust Lane
London, OH 43140-8844
1-740-857-1239
Email:
jsmit10695@aol.com
Website:
www.PropertyRightsResearch.org
You say you want a revolution...?
The words are from an old Beatles song, but they are never more appropriate than
today, when we stand on the brink of becoming global galley slaves.
The revolution -- begun by our Founding Fathers and their young country, well
over two hundred years ago -- has been reincarnated with the God-given gift of
the Internet and email, phones and fax machines, and the dedicated unnumbered
souls who ply these 'oars' to row us back to freedom.
The bullets are soybean-based ink; the battlefields are former softwood trees --
NOT 'old growth' -- turned into paper.
The soldiers are housewives, children, veterans of World War II, Korea,
Vietnam, and more. The venues are everywhere EXCEPT the Beltway and other
gathering-spots for politicians. Ranchers, farmers, miners, loggers, fishermen
(commercial and sport) -- and those who were once engaged in these proud
industries -- and their loved ones, are joining in something akin to an AM/FM
radio. Each listens to a different frequency. Some are tuned to the same station
at a different volume and for different time periods.
Level of understanding and length of time involved should not preclude
welcoming each new soldier!
Those for whom they fight will likely never know their names or faces, or
hear the voices. In distant lands and rural parts of our own country -- Yea!
In our cities and towns, as well -- are countless people of all ages and
races and levels of understanding, that may or more likely may not know the war
that is being fought for their freedom.
The cost of this war may only be measured by the words spoken by a veteran of
another war: "For those who fought for it, freedom has a flavor that the
protected will never know."
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