Pulsar
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My Grandfather and Grandmother owned a farm. The same farm that had been in my family since 1825. The cornerstone on the farmhouse was 1847. The addition was built in 1877. My great-grandparents, my grandparents, and my parents were born in that farmhouse.
They raised a variety of crops, had cows, chickens, etc. They refused to take out loans, because my grandparents lived through the great depression. They had their money in 14 different banks - because they remembered what happened in the banking crisis back then. For nearly 200 years, my family farmed and slowly bought parcels of land around them as they could afford them to increase the size of their farm.
When they died, we lost that farm. It was sold to pay for the estate tax. Fuck you and your soul-less "tax the wealthy" ideas. You and your ilk took my heritage, the land that 3 generations of my family grew up on. The land my father wanted to continue to farm.
I know those dates because I have the cornerstones in my living room. The first thing the new corporate farm-owner did was raze the farmhouse for extra crop-growing room, along with our old strawberry and blackberry patch and the maple we had a tire swing hanging from. He also wiped out the old dead tree that we had collected honey from for nearly 50 years. He let me have the cornerstones because he really didn't care.
They raised a variety of crops, had cows, chickens, etc. They refused to take out loans, because my grandparents lived through the great depression. They had their money in 14 different banks - because they remembered what happened in the banking crisis back then. For nearly 200 years, my family farmed and slowly bought parcels of land around them as they could afford them to increase the size of their farm.
When they died, we lost that farm. It was sold to pay for the estate tax. Fuck you and your soul-less "tax the wealthy" ideas. You and your ilk took my heritage, the land that 3 generations of my family grew up on. The land my father wanted to continue to farm.
I know those dates because I have the cornerstones in my living room. The first thing the new corporate farm-owner did was raze the farmhouse for extra crop-growing room, along with our old strawberry and blackberry patch and the maple we had a tire swing hanging from. He also wiped out the old dead tree that we had collected honey from for nearly 50 years. He let me have the cornerstones because he really didn't care.
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