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And "corporate America", Bernie, is not some entity that came into our lives without our will, it is of the people's making, and, if We made, and make it, We alone have the power to unmake it.

(Vote!)

No! Stop making it!

(Silence...)

Freedom will come once We see that merely "voting" is a form of slavery! It is the thing that brings our use to its knees as if we're beholden to a system that is corrupted, without the collective's best interests at heart. It divides and conquers by its very nature!

(Don't vote?)

End corporation's stranglehold by "electing" NOT TO BE USED any longer! Even your own use, sir, has found itself on its knees to the corporation, the very thing that uses you and your fellow colleagues as pawns in a game that is, without question, the collective will! We allow corporation to thrive, not the other way around! It is We that shall end the virulent self-inflicted tyranny that blinds us by our ceasing to support the machine that hasn't Home and the people's best interests at heart.

Since the love of money seems to be the root of our problems, our recognition of this fact is the root of our own salvation from it. We stop our love affair with the corporations and the corporations have no alternative but to bow to our collective wishes. It's the most productive vote we have, the pocketbook.

Bring an end to our virulent spending, bring money to its knees! In other words, don't incorporate, cooperate!

Problem solved.


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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