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... ovember 22nd, or 23rd, 1992.
Streets were littered with bodies, brains boiled over by grotesque nightmares of fictional invader clock started over. We had a chance. But they blew it. All of them!
The undeplorables scream to hear themselves, deafened in their echo chamber, blaming the other side for what they have instead of who they are.
Their tolerance is a one-way street.
While the totalitarians stand their ground, covering their eyes, preaching for a return to ...
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