| "The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other peoples' money." 
 
 Keep your bleeding-heart paws off of my wallet, you leftist thief.
 
 
 
  "I am the stone that builder refused, I am the visual
 The inspiration that made lady sing the blues
 I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
 The same spark that lights the dark
 So that you can know yo' left from yo' right
 I am the ballot in yo' box, the bullet in yo' gun
 The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son
 The story that just begun - the promise of what's to come
 And I'm 'a remain a soldier 'til the war is won"
 
 
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