U.S. Can Confine Citizens Without Charges
September 10, 2005
U.S. Can Confine Citizens Without Charges, Court Rules. He did not know where he was. Presumably he was in the Ministry of Love, but there was no way of making certain.
in the dirt since history began
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"We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power."
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