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08-17-2014, 02:41 PM
Imagine a world of liberty and freedom functioning with sound money and the invisible hand of capitalism which results in real economic growth and scientific and technological innovations which save lives as well as improve everyone's standard of living instead of a world of centralized planning from various forms of statist governments and world central banks that have resulted in countless examples of injustice, loss of freedom and the deaths of hundreds of millions of lives just throughout the 20th century alone.

Imagine a government with thousands of examples like Ron Paul living their lives as true patriotic honest courageous humble statesmen instead of as typically hypocritical condescending self righteous egotistical lying corrupt unpatriotic politicians.

Imagine if this nations capital city and all its corrupt deceitful criminal inhabitants would just crumble and fall into the Potomac River and float out to sea. If that were to happen, imagine just how much better this world would be.

12-24-2014, 02:23 PM
It would be wonderful.

12-26-2014, 08:06 AM
Everything in this world that man has created came from Dreams. They do come true, if you try hard enough.

12-26-2014, 08:10 AM
Sounds like America...102 years ago

12-26-2014, 10:27 PM
"We who are homeless.— Among Europeans today there is no lack of those who are entitled to call themselves homeless in a distinctive and honorable sense, it is to them that I especially commend my secret wisdom and gaya scienza! For their fate is hard, their hopes are uncertain, it is quite a feat to devise some comfort for them—but what avail! We children of the future, how could we be at home in this today! We feel disfavor for all ideals that might lead one to feel at home even in this fragile, broken time of transition; as for its "realities," we do not believe that they will last. The ice that still supports people today has become very thin: the wind that brings the thaw is blowing, we ourselves who are homeless constitute a force that breaks open ice and other all too thin "realities"

We "conserve" nothing, neither do we want to return to any past periods, we are not by any means "liberal," we do not work for "progress," we do not need to plug up our ears against the sirens who in the market place sing of the future—their song about "equal rights," "a free society," "no more masters and no servants" has no allure for us!—we simply do not consider it desirable that a realm of justice and concord should be established on earth (because it would certainly be the realm of the deepest leveling and chinoiserie [Chineserei]), we are delighted with all who love, as we do, danger, war, and adventures, who refuse to compromise, to be captured, reconciled, and castrated, we count ourselves among conquerors, we think about the necessity for new orders, also for a new slavery—for every strengthening and enhancement of the "human" type also involves a new kind of enslavement, does it not? with all this are we not bound to feel ill at ease in an age that likes to claim the distinction of being the most humane, the mildest, and the most righteous age that the sun has ever seen? It is bad enough that precisely when we hear these beautiful words we have the ugliest suspicions! What we find in them is merely an expression—and a masquerade—of a profound weakening, of weariness, of old age, of declining energies! What can it matter to us what tinsel the sick may use to cover up their weakness! Let them parade it as their virtue—after all, there is no doubt that weakness makes one mild, oh so mild, so righteous, so inoffensive, so "humane"!

The "religion of pity" to which one would like to convert us—oh, we know the hysterical little males and females well enough who today need precisely this religion as a veil and make-up! We are no humanitarians; we should never dare to permit ourselves to speak of our "love for humanity"—our kind is not actor enough for that! Or not Saint-Simonist enough [i.e., not a utopian socialist], not French enough. One really has to be afflicted with a Gallic excess of erotic irritability and enamored impatience to approach in all honesty the whole of humanity with one's lust.

Humanity! Has there ever been a more hideous old woman among all old women? (—unless it were "truth": a question for philosophers). No, we do not love humanity; but on the other hand we are not nearly "German" enough, in the sense in which the word "German" is constantly being used nowadays, to advocate nationalism and race hatred and to be able to take pleasure in the national scabies of the heart and blood poisoning that now leads the nations of Europe to delimit and barricade themselves against each other as if it were a matter of quarantine. For that we are too openminded, too malicious, too spoiled, also too well-informed, too "traveled": we far prefer to live on mountains, apart, "untimely," in past or future centuries, merely in order to keep ourselves from experiencing the silent rage to which we know we should be condemned as eyewitnesses of politics that are desolating the German spirit by making it vain and that is, moreover, petty politics:—to keep its own creation from immediately falling apart again, is it not finding it necessary to plant it between two deadly hatreds? must it not desire the eternalization of the European system of a lot of petty states?

We who are homeless are too manifold and mixed racially and in our descent, being "modern men," and consequently do not feel tempted to participate in the mendacious racial self-admiration and racial indecency that parades in Germany today as a sign of a German way of thinking and that is doubly false and obscene among the people of the "historical sense." We are, in one word—and let this be our word of honor!—good Europeans, the heirs of Europe, the rich, oversupplied, but also overly obligated heirs of thousands of years of European spirit: as such, we have also outgrown Christianity and are averse to it, and precisely because we have grown out of it, because our ancestors were Christians who in their Christianity were uncompromisingly upright; for their faith they willingly sacrificed possessions and position, blood and fatherland. We—do the same. For what? For our unbelief? For every kind of unbelief? No, you know better than that, my friends! The hidden Yes in you is stronger than all Nos and Maybes that afflict you and your age like a disease; and when you have to embark on the sea, you emigrants, you, too, are compelled to this by—a faith!

-- Friedrich Nietzsche from "The Gay Science"