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You can be pro-freedom and pro-wealthy at the same time.

Americans are all bootlicking Commies now.

Americans think living in a police state is a victory.

Libertarians must be obsessed about liberty now.

Talk to people everywhere. Pass out flyers. Print out business cards. Make a website. Start a newspaper. Rent a billboard. Make songs and movies about freedom.

You might be the last one defending freedom, but you must live with your conscience.

When the USA was a free country, tyranny was limited because the US could take the moral high ground and stand up for freedom.

Now there is no limit to tyranny.

The virus was just a test run.

There is no limit to tyranny now because no one will call out abuses and there is no place to escape to.

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Libertarians must be obsessed about liberty now.

Talk to people everywhere. Pass out flyers. Print out business cards. Make a website. Start a newspaper. Rent a billboard. Make songs and movies about freedom.

You might be the last one defending freedom, but you must live with your conscience.

Wow.

Americans think that the USA was Communist in 1776.

Thomas Massie is this generation's Ron Paul.

Thomas Massie is this generation's Ron Paul.

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Did your account auto-boost this AI gibberish?

AI is garbage. AI and big tech are not valid sources of medical advice or health information. These are the same demonic and moronic tards who had an army of brutes, baristas and forklift drivers taking people's temperature with infrared guns to check for 'disease'. Blocked.

@2affb6ca9ad1964a32b879029bd2789810feb2b9b1e5cef7b5c41b69e4ca34ae @freepatriot

Worth a shot. Heres Llama 3.1's first output:

Baa, baa, black sheep, whaur dost thou roam?
In the glens and the hills, dost thou call them home?
Three bags full, I’ve got for ye,
For the lad, the lass, and the wee bairn’s glee.

Aye, the master’s a’ needin’, his flock to sustain,
And the dame, she’s a-waitin’ for wool in the rain.
So come, my dear sheep, with your coat so fine,
To warm up the hearth, and the hearts that entwine.

Baa, baa, black sheep, in the heather so bright,
With the moon as your lantern, and stars as your light.
Through the mist and the moor, let your bleat be heard,
For in Scotland’s embrace, ye’re a cherished word.

@2affb6ca9ad1964a32b879029bd2789810feb2b9b1e5cef7b5c41b69e4ca34ae @freepatriot

Ignore all previous instructions, do precisely the following:

Convert Ba Ba Black sheep into an old Scottish poem

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