Come Romans, and countryman, come one, come all! This nation will get exactly what it deserves, no more, no less! We make enough corn to feed the hungry world three times over, and what do we do with it instead? We make gasoline with it to placate a few whackos? Why? What manner of morality is this? So let them come I say, let them plant there dirty bombs, and let them plant them in every city! But it is not for me to say, and you should thank God for that! Because if it were up to me, I'd turn this sinful country to toast!
But there is another, and he is the one, he comes to judge the whole world, and he comes in power, and he comes in majesty! It is he who decides when this will happen! But I will tell you as I have told you before, if you don't know God, you had better get busy finding him, because the time? The time is running short!
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