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Dear Lady Liberty, My Dear Jane Letter



Dear Lady Liberty,


I write solemnly to you, for you have broken my heart. You have destroyed my dreams. You were once grand and beautiful. But now you are a husk of the ideal you once were. There was a time where I would have given up everything in your name. There was a time where I would have raised my arms and believed in you. But that time has come to its end. You are nothing what you once were.


My Maiden, torch bearer, light of American skies how you have fallen into disarray and disease. You have brought on misery and slavery in the worst ways possible. Now our children starve while our enemies laugh. Now our warriors rot in the streets. While our enemies arm themselves. We abandoned our ideals for progress, and what we did not see until it was too late. Was that in the pursuit of Liberty. It has become its own tyrant.


What is the Point of Liberty, if the people are too afraid to stand. What is the point of Liberty when our government laughs at us. What is the point of Liberty when the only people prospering are the nations, we export our resources to corrupt and hateful governments. Who only loves us for one thing. America’s unending compassion. While other nations get rich off of us. We are drowning in misery. Our people are enslaved to just survive enough to make it to payday. They put up with endless torment and taunting by those who think themselves superior because they wear a different colored Shirt and call themselves a Team Leader.


We gave voice to the voiceless. And you gave voice to our enemies. In the name of Free Speech, we penned our own chink into our armor. But now that idea of Freedom of Speech. Nobody truly remembers why it was there. My Lady, my Maiden.


When we said, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddling masses, yearning to be free.” We did not intend it for you to mass import parasites who only take and give nothing back. Who only uses and abuses and gives no reciprocation. We gave the parasites a voice, a Vote, we gave them welfare, a check, Health Insurance. And we facilitated our own demise because we allowed those who were supposed to be our voice at the Hill. Laughed and lined their pockets with the money they sold our nation to the Corporations who enslave our people. Who chains us up in fear of not being able to eat. Who silence opposition and protect their bottom line, while our poorest go hungry.


Where were you, Lady Liberty? You have broken my heart. Our children don’t know when they will eat next. But Ukraine has its money. Our children's stomachs ache and they groan. They scream for justice. But you ignored their cries. Instead, you had money for Israel instead of our Children's voices. We gave you a chance. But the disease of progress has taken its hold. It's terminal now. And now we are here to pull the plug.


With Ax of Washington. I will cut down the tree. And with its branches trimmed and pruned. I will bind them with Chords. Onto the Ax. With this I build the symbol of our Nation's Future. A Fasces built from the rotting tree of liberty. That we sowed and we fed with the blood of American men sent to die for wars we had no business being in. We destroyed our nation for the pleasure of hedonism.


We gave the minority a place to speak. We gave them their seat at the table, in the name of progress. And in return they slapped you in its face. And you took it with a smile. Liberty has become nothing but a masochistic cuckold. A glutton for punishment. You sell your soul each time you vote to send more of America’s resources off to a faraway land. Where the money isn’t used for purposes, we sent it there for. Instead, it lines their leaders' pockets, and our Congress gets its cut. Our politicians are criminals. Who hide behind the uniforms of men and women. Who believed they were answering the call.


Yet you abandon them when it's convenient. You throw them away like rabid dogs at the moment of your choosing. When our children cannot go to school safely to learn their ABC’s. You allowed your own investigators to arm the deranged. Who enters our schools to murder our children. So, our people will bend their knee further to slavers. We thought we abolished slavery in 1865. The Great Emancipation Proclamation said that every slave goes free. But instead, when we banned our gold. We opened the Reserve. We the people had no idea. That we would become slaves to our new god the GDP. We amassed our Temples and called it Wall Street. We elected our Priesthood, the Hedge Fund and the Bankers.

Then the wolves came in, and they infiltrated our place of worship. And they defiled this god and sold it to the Middle East. We had no idea that when we turned our backs from the One True God, our Father in Heaven. That our false god is the economy. Would be our new Babylon.


So farewell Lady Liberty. Depart from me. I raise up the Fasces. To restore Order, I used the Tree of Liberty to bind ourselves to our symbol. And from the remains of the dead and the rotted tree that was once majestic and grand. I set it ablaze as a warning to all the nations of the Earth. Their time for being parasites is over. It's done. Tomorrow is a new day. And I swear with my life. We will restore Order. For America’s future, for America’s tomorrow. If I do not stand now. It's never. And it will be too late. So goodbye Lady Liberty. How you broke my heart. You ripped out my soul and you tore it apart. I raised my hand, and I swore my oath. To All enemies foreign and domestic. I will defend this nation. Lady Liberty, you have become the very enemy of the people. My oath still stands.


Your rot has become the enemy of the people. We were promised a bright future, and your hatred of us destroyed our generations. Liberty as it stands today is the Liberty to be diseased, that are spread through the TV screen. Our Children wanting to see the cartoons we did, instead they force fed abominable diseases of the LGBT. The cancer and stench that dominates a generation in chains and slaves to a sin that has hooks that cut deeper then any knife and hold onto the flesh like a vice.


Future is bright. We will cut out the disease and the rot. And we will rebuild you from a foundation set on the purity of One Holy Book. A nation returned to its Knees to God. A people walked out of New Babylon and returned to our New Promise Land.


God gave us this land. New Canaan. Home of the Brave. And Land of the Free. A land that trusts in God, and not on the worlds desires for self immolation. Tomorrow's future is bright with you Lady Liberty in chains for you are a false god yourself. A false demon in the name of progress.


We have served your purposes for too long, we lived as apostates for too long. Now Lady Liberty we the Blackshirts shall chain you. And you shall serve the peoples purposes. No longer your selfish desires. You will serve the greater good. But to do so we must prune the disease and cut out the rot. And let the people heal.


Our foundation has been rocked, the people know nothing of our governments intentions. And it's intentions is to enslave our people. But we the Blackshirts have come to free our people. We now know how much our "Elected Leaders" hate us. Now take our hand. Let us walk hand in hand for a tomorrow where the people are heard. Where the Corporations are chained. Where our children do not scream because their bellies are empty. Instead our voices heard at the Hill. If Justice is Blind. Then it's time we gave Justice Eyes. So she can see truly what has become of you Lady Liberty.


Lady Liberty, once a grand and majestic Maiden. Now you lay with thighs open, for all to abuse when you used to love to be held, defended and protected. But for a quick fix you prostituted yourself to the world. And we cannot allow that to remain the fact.


I do not hate you Lady Liberty. I hate what you have become. But we will restore you to your former glory. We will renew you. We will revitalize you. So, that once more you can wear the veil of Manifest Destiny.


And I said to her, “You must return to me and dwell as mine for all our days. You shall not play the whore any longer, or belong to another man again, and so will I also be yours.”  Hosea 3:3


Chance


Title Context: A Dear John / Dear Jane letter is a letter written to a serviceman of the armed forces, informing that their romantic partner back in their homeland is leaving them. That they have found another romantic partner.

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