We're a patriarchy when the matriarchy makes us.

Everyone is born a communist. If you bring a child into a store they will fill their pockets full of goodies and walk out. In their minds they own all they see. The concept of private property and trade has to be EXPLAINED to them. Such is also the mind of the developement arrested among us known as liberals.

Yes I've met George O's brother
He's made of ink and paper
He smiles at Lady Liberty while mentally he rapes her In the back seat of a New Deal
He's tricked her so she sits
He says "Lets see, between you and me how my utopia fits"
Upon her children's minds
His mechanics ply their trade
They tighten here and loosen there
And then they'll make the grade
In schools that teach about us We
Collective mind and thought
She doesn't know they'll rebel as they grow and destroy the farm she's bought!