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Crying the Words Don't Make it Right

So I am about fed up with people incorrectly or improperly using certain words. They cry out loud and shout these words from the rooftop trying to invoke something in people. For the sake of furthering agendas, people are using words that have great meaning and significance with no regard for the consequences, and slowly but surely these words lose their meaning. Words that should have great impact when used are thrown out like worthless everyday jargon. Here are the definitions of a few that have been frequently on the lips of the unintelligent and unenlightened rulers of our collective consciousness and society.
As defined by Websters:

Definition of socialism

1: any of various economic and political theories advocating collective or governmental ownership and administration of the means of production and distribution of goods 2a: a system of society or group living in which there is no private property b: a system or condition of society in which the means of production are owned and …
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Your silence speaks louder than your words

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