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Welfare Kings & Mosquito Power: Stripping the Mask Off the Trillionaire Illusion

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Welfare Kings & Mosquito Power: Stripping the Mask Off the Trillionaire Illusion Pull up a chair to the porch, family. Let’s have some real talk about the grand illusion being spun across the modern landscape. Right now, the mainstream media is throwing a festival, asking us to look at the screen and celebrate the arrival of the world’s first trillionaire. They want you conditioned to look at these tech titans as self-made gods who built empires out of thin air. But when you drop the weight of their false narratives, the reality is stark: these men are the ultimate Welfare Kings. They are propped up entirely on public dimes, multi-billion dollar government contracts, exclusive set-asides, and massive tax credits. It isn't wealth creation; it is the systematic looting of our collective economy while our elders struggle in neglected homes and everyday workers rely on public assistance to supplement corporate wages. To understand how heavy this burden is, we have to look at the m...

I am - by Preston J. Harrison

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I am.

I am the native tongue.
I am the brown recluse.
I am the spirit of the slave
with my neck in a noose.

I am a quote from the bible,
the legend of the scroll.
The music in your heart
when you sing from your soul.

I am the favorite son,
a warrior's tattoo.
The benefit of the doubt
when others can't trust you.

I am the dream keeper.
I am the moon's sun,
the hired gun, muted barrel,
I am the chosen one.

I am the brightest day,
and sometimes the darkest night.
I am the wind beneath the wings
when a bird takes flight.

I am the castle and the king,
the drawbridge, the moat,
the canoe in cried-rivers
making sure hope floats.

I am the first kiss, last breath.
I am the rook, the knight, the pawn, the king
in a game of chess.

I am the soul singer.
I am the rhythm and the blues.
I am the first idea
and The Creator's muse.

I am the sunday sermon.
I am the pulpit for the preacher.
I am the choir, prophet, priest
and sunday school teacher.

I am the saint-sinner.
I am the long way home.
I am a shape-shifter.
I am this poet's poem.
I am.

Preston J. Harrison.
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