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“So, if your primary concerns are expansion of the state, material equality, reduction of American power in the world, making America and Europe secular societies, removal of Judeo-Christian influence, substitution of internationalism for nationalism, and making ethnicity and race important values, the left has been a wild success. On the other hand, if your primary concerns are fighting evil, making people nobler, morally elevating societies, and creating conditions for prosperity, the left has been a failure.”

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Still the Best Hope: Why the World Needs American Values to Triumph

This book delves into the core principles of American values and argues for their importance in shaping a better world. It examines how these values can contribute to the triumph of humanity. more

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Dennis Prager
Dennis Prager

Dennis Prager is a well-known radio host and author, born on August 2, 1948. He has made substantial contributions to the field of radio broadcasting, particularly known for his conservative political and social commentary. Prager has a large following. more

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