a view from a room of my own
fiction
edward w pritchard
A room of my own has become a burrow in a basement underneath the dissolving foundation of the American ship of State.
Meanwhile our enemies wait and plan eyeing our bounty of resources. Manufacturing imaginary sins we are guilty of to justify their avarices, their plotting takes root and our enemies seek secret alliances to attack our country, to steal our resources.
To our enemies the American union of States must be broken and be weakened into competing independent Countries. The great wealth of the American States must be used to pay reparations for past injustices to foreign elements speaking obscure languages say our enemies.
Repent, the end is near. Know who your fiends are.
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