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Well, the great cry continues. The virus, the struggle against freedom, the playing the victim when it's them that are the offender, after harassment, assault, and hatred against Presidential candidates, their supporters, and basically everything they can perceive as an enemy, it seems. It's as if it has come to a time when, all you'd have to do is raise your arm and shout, 'Down with the care bears! They are evil and racist!', and there would be some who would agree. "Fuck licorice!", they'll say. "It's whitey's choice because... It reminds us of rope, and I think you see it when you buy it! So, we must be right because its in our mind!" It's as if the demented modern thought Gastapo has made it a life goal to look as bad as possible to the world, here and in the future when they look back at us. My God, don't loose your hold on me, lest I fall to evil. The ones in the institutions in strait jackets come to mind, fighting with them self and their own head, and believing it might be someone else, and it is only them. And it is over there, what they think they need worry about what the beast has done, and think that becoming one them self is going to to do anything but make a bigger mess somewhere. Maybe if they worry about it, and make it real to them, they can be considered legit. No self, so no self control. Only a worry about someone else's thoughts, and wanting to be a demon-god-police, as existed and they say exists now. God, now is no time to be shy to them. 

Much of what thy do is lie what some of the post on this blog sound like. Mental illness.

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 Hell Knowlton? Trying to make me someone I'm not and don't want to be.