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The Nacirema

A strange kind of people whose hegemonic ways dictate and justify them to exhort their rituals upon outsiders and breathe fire on those who refuse. They have people called Slareneg whose job it is to decide the fate of the outsiders. They claim to be receptive of foreign rites but are known to somehow be able to coerce others into blindly discerning matters their way. They even have a history of confining their own, the ones they care not for at least, to do their bidding for them even though they are of akin heritage. These people also defecate in the same place where they consume meals. They are backwards.
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ronald-d-lanor
American
Published
Dec 13, 2012
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