Why, Why, Why?
The first five years, 1940 to 1945, were five of the ten best years of my life. My childhood were years of which dreams are made. Why is it that one point one million men, women and children were slaughtered at Auschwitz during those very same years?
Why is it that eight to nine million children die in this world every year for no other reason than poverty, and yet there are only three percent of the population of this world who have absolutely no financial concerns whatsoever? Why is it that half the population of the United States, one hundred and sixty million souls, live in poverty, with nothing but concerns?
Why, in the “land of the free and home of the brave,” are there four million men, women and children who have no place to lay their heads and no food to eat? Why is it that three and a half billion men, women and children, half the population of the world, are without food and water and sewage, with no place to lay their heads? And why is it that only thirteen to fifteen families possess and control more wealth than half the population of the world?
Why is it that a very small segment of our population believe they have the right to rule and control the populace, while the vast majority truly believe they should be ruled?
Why is it that the vast majority of us do not, or cannot, see the principle that to grant “right-of-ownership” of the people's money is to grant blanket ownership of the people themselves? Why is it difficult or impossible to understand that when the Federal Reserve prints currency and loans it to the people, at interest, it can only be considered debt and not money?
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