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“That is why, to come to our question, for leaders and for people, the real purpose of the Clinton acquittal, as of the release of Barabbas, is to get rid of Jesus. The Clinton acquittal is a battle not only in a culture war but in a religious war. The people want to sin. They want money, materialism, and all the pleasures money can buy. They want no restraints upon their sinful ways. This is why they want power to the moneymen and to corrupt politicians. That is why Barabbas was released and Clinton was acquitted. (letter #183 March 1999)”

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Book:Letters from the Rector of St. Thomas Aquinas Seminary: Volume 4 The Winona Letters, part 3
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