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They deal in hatred -often well disguised. Religion impregnated the extremists. Then the fingers really started pointing. No one is left without being chastised. Immigration knocked up national pride. Everyone is waiting; glaring at each other. We are all dogs being cattle prodded with hatred until our leashes snap. What a circus it will be, even more so than now. More so than ever. I am both sad and excited: If it takes so much -a moment of finality, of bloodshed and horror- to make them realise that they really ****** this up with their superstition, flags and greed then I will grin through the whole disgustingly fitting affair.
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Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:11 AM UTC
Circus
They deal in hatred -often well disguised. Religion impregnated the extremists. Then the fingers really started pointing. No one is left without being chastised. Immigration knocked up national pride. Everyone is waiting; glaring at each other. We are all dogs being cattle prodded with hatred until our leashes snap. What a circus it will be, even more so than now. More so than ever. I am both sad and excited: If it takes so much -a moment of finality, of bloodshed and horror- to make them realise that they really ****** this up with their superstition, flags and greed then I will grin through the whole disgustingly fitting affair.
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jamie-townend
Herzegovinian
Oct 10, 2009
Oct 10, 2009 at 7:11 AM UTC
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