Free Republic

Shaking his head and staring down at me, Jaybird said, “I almost feel sorry for yo’ brother. For him, it’s sho’ been one helluva bad day.” It was a torrid July day in the summer of 1961. On my father’s Mississippi Delta farm, a huge field was covered with 80-pound hay bales that had to be loaded by hand onto trailers and hauled to the barn. At five o’clock, Dad opened the bedroom door. “Hay time, boys, git up. Jaybird is waiting outside for y’all.”

And the financial elites, having a good laugh at the sheeple's expense, marvel at how gullible the sheeple are. Wakey-wakey time, sheeple. The plan to disarm you and continue "culling" from the flock to keep the "population down" continues... The process of stuffing many of you full of heroin continues on a global scale... with the "masters" profiting all the way... The immorality push continues... The government spending continues, adding to the tax burden on the widdew sheeple that work, and enriching their masters... Consumer price increases continue to squeeze the sheeple... Work continues to move overseas, squeezing the sheeples'...