Rome wasn__ built in a day, but that's because they never used Cosmic Ordering.
All wars are sacred,_ he said. __o those who have to fight them. If the people who started wars didn__ make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? But, no matter what rallying cries the orators give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles. But so few people ever realize it. Their ears are too full of bugles and drums and the fine words from stay-at-home orators. Sometimes the rallying cry is __ave the Tomb of Christ from the Heathen!_ Sometimes it__ __own with Popery!_ and sometimes __iberty!_ and sometimes __otton, Slavery and States_ Rights!
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All wars are sacred,_ he said. __o those who have to fight them. If the people who started wars didn__ make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? But, no matter what rallying cries the orators give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles. But so few people ever realize it. Their ears are too full of bugles and drums and the fine words from stay-at-home orators. Sometimes the rallying cry is __ave the Tomb of Christ from the Heathen!_ Sometimes it__ __own with Popery!_ and sometimes __iberty!_ and sometimes __otton, Slavery and States_ Rights!
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