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1 The child that said what he saw at the end of the street: *“But mommy, the Emperor  ’s bare as Little Tommy the day he was born!”* - that child, I’ve always wondered, always what happened to that child Just recently in my journeys I saw The Annals of the State (check Wikileaks) show what happened to the boy and all 2 Straight on from the streets the boy was sent to the Truth Ideology School where he spent years polishing the Fat Butts of the Royal Horses - but still saying what he saw (for it seems this is a Disease of the Brain, a condition known plain as: Speaking the Truth); and so he was delivered then the State Cure: and now, it seems, he lives in Cell131313 (serves him right for catching the disease; sure, the sins of the fathers are visited on the kids) teeth rotten and knees falling the little boy who spoke the Truth - now unknown, hidden and obscure And his Ma was sent to Patriot Mother’s Re-Education Program Institute where even centuries after she’s yet to complete her first year; And his Dad to Desert-You-Never-Come-Back-From and little Tommy was sent to Grab-Them-Young School And every school child in The Emperor’s Domains is taught The Upright Moral of the Story: *Don’t tell Lies – For the Truth is the Lie* 3 Remember then, for your own good, O ye children of all nations and clime: *It was the tailors the smooth-talkers the unjust, the wrong-doers the charlatans - It’s them that got away*
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
The Emperor, the Clothes, and the Child
1 The child that said what he saw at the end of the street: *“But mommy, the Emperor  ’s bare as Little Tommy the day he was born!”* - that child, I’ve always wondered, always what happened to that child Just recently in my journeys I saw The Annals of the State (check Wikileaks) show what happened to the boy and all 2 Straight on from the streets the boy was sent to the Truth Ideology School where he spent years polishing the Fat Butts of the Royal Horses - but still saying what he saw (for it seems this is a Disease of the Brain, a condition known plain as: Speaking the Truth); and so he was delivered then the State Cure: and now, it seems, he lives in Cell131313 (serves him right for catching the disease; sure, the sins of the fathers are visited on the kids) teeth rotten and knees falling the little boy who spoke the Truth - now unknown, hidden and obscure And his Ma was sent to Patriot Mother’s Re-Education Program Institute where even centuries after she’s yet to complete her first year; And his Dad to Desert-You-Never-Come-Back-From and little Tommy was sent to Grab-Them-Young School And every school child in The Emperor’s Domains is taught The Upright Moral of the Story: *Don’t tell Lies – For the Truth is the Lie* 3 Remember then, for your own good, O ye children of all nations and clime: *It was the tailors the smooth-talkers the unjust, the wrong-doers the charlatans - It’s them that got away*
based on the story "The Emperor's New Clothes"
raj-arumugam
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Australian
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
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