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During the German occupation, I was 14 years old and surprisingly, it was the happiest year of my life. Despite the suffering and danger around me, I had a strong belief in myself and my father, which made it an exhilarating experience. I started experimenting with subversive activities, finding them enjoyable and ultimately becoming hooked on the whole enterprise.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that place, where even emotions resonated in the vastness. When I was carefree, I felt disconnected from reality.

One day we stormed a French position. I confronted a French corporal; with bayonets at the ready, I killed him—tossed his rifle away, and ran my bayonet through his chest. Blood came out of his mouth. I felt physically ill, knees shaking, ashamed. My comrades were undisturbed and boasted of killings—one with a rifle butt, another strangling a captain, another hitting with a spade. They were ordinary people: a tram conductor, a commercial traveler, two students, farm workers. We were told that 'the good soldier kills without thinking of his an adversary as a human being.' But I had the dead man before me; I would have shaken his hand if he had raised his hand. 'a man who had father and mother and a family perhaps, and so I felt.' I woke drenched in sweat, thinking what would have happened if I wasn't quicker. 'Anything else? That's beautiful.'

They drafted everyone. They gathered us up and took us to the military commissariat. I didn't pass the medical commission, but I was in the field three days later. If you want to go, go; if you don't, why force it? I had to retrieve a pill. I got out of the car, walked about fifty meters, and came back out to the people. I told them to move straight ahead, past the dugout. I walked about one hundred fifty meters around a landing, and then another fifty meters, without a weapon. I saw your position, said hello, and told the guys I had no choice but to surrender.

My name is John Sullivan from Insurgence USA in Salt Lake City, Utah. We're about to burn this shit down. Did anybody see that white militia guy shoot 3 kids? There's a whole bunch of white militia in Utah that came out against our group. We out there strapped and ready to burn that shit down. We out there to defend our fucking self.

For 9 years, I was a Communist Party member working as an FBI agent. The Communist conspiracy planned a violent revolution in America, disguising it as a Civil Rights movement. They exploited racial differences to divide us, creating chaos and violence. Their goal was to sow discord and weaken our society.

I recall when I lost my mind. There was something enjoyable about that place.

We ran before time stole our dreams, with small creatures trying to keep us grounded.

I was born among the sand hills in my country. There were no white people. No white people. We slept without blankets. We wore no clothes, completely naked. We used to travel around and go hunting on foot. We'd catch large iguanas, bandicoots, blue tongue lizards, and possums. We'd eat every bit of these animals, even crush the bones. The first time I saw an airplane down near the stock route. We thought the white people might kill us. We hid in a wattle tree, stayed there overnight. My uncle was a stockman; he guided us to Balgo Mission. The priest gave us lollies. No. No flour. Later on, we traded bush tucker for flour. The Catholics were good and generous. They taught us little by little until we gradually learned English and understood it. We were baptized with holy water. No more sin.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was a certain comfort in that space, where even emotions resonate. Being out there, carefree, made me feel disconnected.

At dawn, I heard the sound of bullets and whistles. We were ordered to shoot at both the police and the protesters without any distinction. The shots were coming from inside the Ukraine Hotel.

At 21 years old, I walked into the Senate chamber and got arrested. Later, I tried to see Nelson Mandela in South Africa and got arrested again. I even met him once. The campaign says I wasn't arrested, but I couldn't move and was stopped by the cops. I didn't experience the struggles of historical figures like Douglass, Tubman, King, Lewis, Goodman, Chaney, and Swerner, but I walked my own path.

As I was running, the shooting started. I could hear someone shouting for a password. I responded by saying there was no password and told them to surrender. I then threw down my weapon and surrendered.

I was born in communist China during Mao's cultural revolution. Inspired by Lenin and Stalin, Mao formed the Red Guards with students to enforce his ideology. The revolution involved destroying statues, demonizing religions, and turning people against each other. Mao's Great Leap Forward campaign resulted in millions dying from starvation, with reports of cannibalism to survive.

We are finished when I say so. Wake up. Today, we are escaping.

I engage in various activities like jumping off things and participating in cattle rustling in Glencoe. Additionally, I mentioned that we also engage in the practice of kidnapping local women and selling them. Thank you.

I played at school and loved it. I started on the wing.

I, Rassedin Petr Alekseevich, was recruited by the Ukrainian intelligence in November 1923. Trained in handling explosives, I was tasked with placing a bomb in an underground parking lot in Moscow. The target was American agents and the Kars. However, I was caught before carrying out the attack.

I took a gun and stood with important doctors against robbers. I am in Donbas, fighting there. I said people are coming forward, but they didn't take me seriously.

We are finished when I say so. Wake up. Today, we are escaping.

The brigade was left with only 20% of its members, not allowed to take them. People are being grabbed off the streets, farmers are taken and thrown to the front lines. There's no gear, no ammunition, no weapons. My will was broken. My comrades and I believe that if we had gone from Rusnea to Kyiv, all of this would have ended long ago.

We stormed the Capitol and took it back. It was fun. January 6th will be remembered as a day of infamy.

I served in the National Guard for 24 years as an artilleryman, deploying in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. My battalion provided base security across Europe from Turkey to England during the early stages of the war in Afghanistan. The same battalion is currently deployed in Iraq.

Barry, tied to the Clintons and CIA, landed freely in Arkansas. He flew to Nicaragua with Benjamin, met generals, and made connections. Barry and Jerry flew overloaded Panther planes from Colombia to Arkansas in competition. The CIA converted Piper planes were quiet and undetectable. Buying planes with cash was easy back then. They flew at least 8 carloads a week to Clemens Air in Miami. Many died in the business, but the speaker feels blessed to be alive. Translation: Barry and Jerry flew planes from Colombia to Arkansas in competition. The CIA converted Piper planes were quiet and undetectable. Buying planes with cash was easy back then. They flew at least 8 carloads a week to Clemens Air in Miami. Many died in the business, but the speaker feels blessed to be alive.

I recall the moment I lost my mind. There was an odd sense of comfort in that space.