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Genetically modified organisms

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Dr. Scott Atlas on Why We Were Forced to Jab & Mask | Real Talk

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This Elon Censorship Fight Could Change EVERYTHING

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Special report : Inside the Congo cobalt mines that exploit children

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Tucker STUNNED As Tulsi Gabbard Revels Who REALLY Runs America

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It's Over And The FDA Is Finished

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Written in 1974 in Australia...

A prescient poem written 50 years ago by Viv Forbes. Posted by PATRICK WOOD APR 3

The Numbered Men

One day while I was driving down the highway in the sun

I sat behind a milk truck just returning from his run.

His sign said "Licensed Vendor" and it made me feel secure

That only numbered milkmen could come knocking on my door.

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Then I saw a licensed builder with his number on the door

And a plumber with a permit which was issued by the law.

Then a hawker and publican each with his licence plate

And a licensed money lender with his number on the gate.

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I pulled into a café, which was licensed to sell beer

And struck up conversation with a licensed auctioneer.

He'd just been selling forfeit goods to pay the fines imposed

On a maverick hardware dealer whose late trading he'd exposed.

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A warm glow spread inside me as I drank a licensed beer

And I pictured the inspectors who called in every year

To check upon the numbered men and safeguard fools like me

Who'd waste their money buying things from men who paid no fee.

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I thought of all the union men whose cards protect their job

And dairy men whose quota scheme defends them from the mob.

The teachers who are registered, the chemists with their guilds

And lawyers with their closed cartel which keeps their coffers filled.

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As I sat among the numbered men it suddenly occurred

That I was just a cleanskin in a tamed and numbered herd.

Somehow I'd missed the muster when the planner combed the land

And now I was a maverick, a man without a brand.

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The numbered men live sheltered lives, their keeper is the State,

Their job depends less on their skills than on their licence plate.

Their future is determined and their charges are prescribed,

And the standards of their conduct are in rules and acts described.

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But thank the Lord for mavericks, who don't fit in the mould,

They help distract the licence-men from getting far too bold.

Without the help of mavericks, the planners would persist

Till we all need applications for a licence to exist.

Viv Forbes

Washpool, Queensland, Australia

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