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Aug 2017
A nation divided on principal, torn apart by ideology. Hate is rampant in the streets as one groups says give me give me give me and another says you want too much. Success is punished and hard work is discouraged. People go hungry and ****** is everywhere, children find role models on T.V. and not in the home. With each thing declared a world ending crisis, who knows the truth anymore. What is the end game of the puppet masters and who is really to blame?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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