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by Jeff Blaszyc

Everyone loves this country because of what they believe they have, or better yet, things others don't, the things that occupy their time and minds away from what's important, maybe it's better to be ignorant, the security of obliviousness blankets the multitude and they clinch it tightly in fear of having it suddenly yanked away like a spoiled child, sheep are now shepard to a new generation and computereyesed robots that are unable to be deprogrammed are downgrading us every second we speak, randomly, inadvertently, purposefully accessing through various mediums and channels the frequencies of our youth's mindsets with their corrupt counterfeit currencies and propaganda destroying their individuality and you'll say that there's worse places to be in than America, sure there is, after all we should consider ourselves lucky we only constitute something like 6% of the world's population but still own over 50% of it's wealth, i mean 5% the other 45% belongs to the top 10%, we need to stop making making aristocrats money and adopt a new foreign policy, we seem to be making more conflict that peace with the current ones, there's no solution only progression, one's the loneliest number but it's a piece of the pie they're chewing on. Spit me out before you choke on this seed or your own tongue, i can't be digested all at once, it takes time, one proponent can throw off the whole mechanism, leaving the machine of the machines obsolete and ready for recycling into something even better, until all their resources run dry or our price becomes too high.