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“Almost every child on earth dreams of travelling to America, then you grow up, and you realize, it's the last place on earth any civilized person should step foot on - and those born here can't wait to get out. It's not American Dream, it's American Scream - utopia for a white, straight, misogynistic animal kingdom to flourish, but an absolute purgatory for a civilized human society.”

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Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood

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