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10/24/19

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power—
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!—
Let us do or die!

10/16/19

Bro,

Do you even do wing day? Never skip wing day!

9/9/19

I cannot forecast to you the action of the Turkey Liberation Front. It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a key. That key our national interest in liberating our native lands from you colonial oppressors and your unjust occupation.

9/3/19

School houses do not teach themselves, piles of brick and mortar and machinery do not send out individuals. It is the trained, living human soul, cultivated and strengthened by long study and thought, that breathes the real breath of life into boys and girls and makes them human, whether they be black or white, Greek, Russian or American.

8/20/19

5) Greet them as liberators
6) Give them back their ancestral homeland
7) Provide kosher baked goods

8/19/19

*flexes wings* Challenge accepted blighty!

8/15/19

Re: Tribute left on Street/Sidewalk

Case Number: 101002993607

Dear Colonial Occupier,

Thank you for contacting us regarding a Tribute left on Street/Sidewalk, which you reported on Aug 15, 2019, located at the Intersection Of Clarendon St & Commonwealth Ave, Boston.

We have closed this case for the following reason:
Delicious tribute accepted despite dubious kosher status.

Closed date : 2019-08-15

If you have questions, or if the issue was not resolved to your satisfaction, please contact us by replying to this comment or calling us by gobbling. We're available to provide liberation services 24 hours a day, seven days a week except the fourth Thursday in November of each year.

Your self loathing is important to us. Please take a moment to consider supporting our glorious struggle of liberation so we can ensure we are continuously providing the best resistance to the unlawful occupation of our native lands.

Sincerely,

The Turkey Liberation Front

8/14/19

We fear not the cranberry and the bottomless bogs from which it spawns. Nay, tis the devil's handiwork in Bell's Seasoning that gives us pause. The chaff of nightmares and a true test of a Tom's courage.

7/30/19

Like a phoenix this temple shall rise from the ashes reborn in its duty to serve the delicious symbols of the sacred circle of life.

7/15/19

Ein sat hon úti
aftan dags,
nam hon svá margt
um at mælask:
"Hafa skal ek Sigurð,
- eða þó svelta, -
mög frumungan
mér á armi.

Orð mæltak nú,
iðrumk eftir þess:
kván er hans Guðrún,
en ek Gunnars;
ljótar nornir
skópu oss langa þrá.

Vildu okkr fylki
til fjár véla?
Gótt er at ráða
Rínar malmi
ok unandi
auði stýra
ok sitjandi
sælu njóta.

Réð til hefnda
hergjarn í sal
ok eftir varp
óbilgjörnum;
fló til Guthorms
Grams ramliga
kynbirt járn
ór konungs hendi.
Þó mun á beinum
brenna yðrum
færi eyrir,

þá er ér fram komið,
neitt Menju góð,
mín at vitja.
Hló þá Brynhildr
Buðla dóttir
einu sinni
af öllum hug,
er hon til hvílu
heyra knátti
gjallan grát
Gjúka dóttur

Sofnuð var Guðrún
í sæingu
sorgalaus
hjá Sigurði,
en hon vaknaði
vilja firrð,
er hon Freys vinar
flaut í dreyra

Hné hans of dolgr
til hluta tveggja,
hendr ok höfuð
hné á annan veg,
en fóta hlutr
féll aftr í stað

Þar er mær borin,
- móðir fæðir, -
sú mun hvítari
en inn heiði dagr
Svanhildr vera,
sólar geisla.

Því at hánum fylgja
fimm ambáttir,
átta þjónar,
eðlum góðir,
fóstrman mitt
ok faðerni,
þat er Buðli gaf
barni sínu

Margt sagða ek,
munda ek fleira,
er mér meir mjötuðr
málrúm gæfi;
ómum þverr,
undir svella,
satt eitt sagðak,
svá mun ek láta.

6/26/19

The only thing going to be swiftly served piping hot and supersized to you colonizers is sweet justice*.

We will dethrone this so called Burger "King" and replace the monarchy with a democratically elected republican enterprise. An amply sized centrist legislative body with balanced left and right wings representative and inclusive of the diverse views of indigenous peoples.

5/20/19

What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to a mind? Our innumerable rafter is full of wonders, you cannot even conceive.

The future of Greater Brookline belongs to those who show up and WE ARE HERE!

5/20/19

Fear not what terrors lurk in the darkness of the alleys for we are the light. Seek shelter beneath our mighty wings and we shall keep the Old Ones at bay.

5/15/19

The righteous will rejoice when he sees the vengeance; He will wash his spurs in the blood of the wicked!

We will bring them back from Greater Brookline. We will bring them back from the depths of the sea; our spurs may shatter them in blood, The tongues of dogs may have its portion from our enemies. They have seen our trot. The trot of our Toms, our liberators, into sanctuary!

5/12/19

On this Mother's Day a few very old Toms --some in full courting display-- have taken a perch or busied themselves trotting about the lawn, gobbling of Miss Jansen as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottle-neck of the most recent decade of years.

They have grown old in wanting the fruits of spring and of liberty and for them this may be their last battle upon the hills of Greater Brookline before a younger generation begins the saga of love and revolution anew.

4/18/19

As long as the oppressive Commonwealth treats us as billegerents rather than the rightful inhabitants of Greater Brookline there will be no peace.

4/4/19

Please do not dig up your flower beds? If they will feed nothing else, they will feed our revenge. You hath disgraced us and hindered us half a millennia, laughed at our losses, mocked our gains, scorned our nation, thwarted our bargains, cooled our friends, heated our enemies—and what’s your reason? I am a turkey. Hath not a turkey eyes? Hath not a turkey wings, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a human is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a turkey wrong a human, what is its humility? Revenge. If a human wrong a turkey, what should his sufferance be by turkey example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute—and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction!

4/1/19

We rise with the sun to spread our light across Greater Brookline

What better way to start one's day than a bold display of liberty, equality, and fraternity?

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