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Children of Chomsky

The old general is thousands of miles away from MIT campus You might think he's forgotten by the legion of young souls encamping peace on MIT lawn, but he's close to their heart and they owe much to his moral vision, like a flag post cemented in their minds reminding them of media treachery and 'manufacturing consent', a clever stratagem to nip you in the bud, only to see you've grown accustomed to being children of Chomsky, a chain of righteous humanity, clamoring for a ceasefire and end to the mass slaughter.

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