We Are All Creatures Of The Stars.

Time And Distance From The First And Second World Wars Doesn't Seem To Lessen Their Horrors.

The White Man Has Settled Like A Locust Over Africa, And, Like The Locusts In Early Morning, Cannot Take Flight For The Heaviness Of The Dew On Their Wings. But The Dew That Weights The White Man Is The Money That He Makes From Our Labor.

You Remember With What You Are At The Time You Are Remembering.

Everyone Knows That Where There Is Something That Is Capable Of Giving Profit, Then Exploited It Will Be.

If You Read, You Can Learn To Think For Yourself.