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A Terrible First Story

Countless chattering voices and talking heads surrounded me. The shrill sounds of the shrews on television increased in pitch until I felt like puking. Terror, Melting Ice-caps, A world gone crazy.

He said, she said, they said, we said. There are no humans on television. There are no humans in politics. Only units, counts, statistics. Housing prices, gas prices, dollar prices. The raucous rats squeak about stocks and strategies. Never a war, always an “action.”

Everyone wrapping themselves in the flag of a country that they proudly help to destroy.

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