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Sensenbrenner Makes no Sense
Friday, April 28, 2006

Sensenbrenner Makes no Sense. Neither from a Christian or a Humanist stand point. The Sensenbrenner bill and what the Republicans are trying to do, which is to expell and punish the poor, a poverty that the U.S. has much part in, is not ethical or moral. This May 1st, stand for Human Rights.

posted by poetaxingon on 3:42 PM



Soy "el tin." I use this space to broadcast my intergalactic rebellion para todos los locos cabrones xingones xican@s that are down enough to say "y que," and are not afraid to spit la neta in the face of oppression or mere discontent. La revolución is just on the other side of la puerta and here's an axe to break it down.

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