If money is where we talk, then we've still got a chance. Bleed them dry, bleed them to death. Rape them for all they're worth. Take as much as you can hold. Rape them for all they've got. Rape them to bring them down. Slogans are no more than words repleted with apathetic advocacy. Think. React. Think. Contemplate. Act to bring them down. There's more than you and me despising what we see. It's not a question of the impact of one. It's the fact that one and one makes two. You want me to lay down and die. Fuck you. I won't die with my eyes closed. Money is where we talk. It's how we are judged, how we live and what we are. Corporations cannot survive without your support. This is where we acquire our freedom and our power. If we do not feed those who are killing us, we will outlive them… the only motivation. Intimidation… damning the tide of revolution. Endeavors that are never attempted. They know our numbers, you know their power, they've got us all by the throat. Advocate. Act. Give them all you've got. Ignore their intimidation. Advocate. Act. Give them all you've got. One and one still make two. Bleed them dry.
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