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In the Genes

Earlier in the day, dipped into a little Thucydides, and revived my memories of Corinth and Corcyra. Alliances and duplicity, trophies taken and lost, innocents slaughtered handily, for revenge, and thoughts of Syria and Fallujah came to mind. Things in THAT part of the world don't seem to ever change. Watched a piece on road rage, recently, about tailgating and cut-offs, and stop sign stand-offs, families killed in cross walks, bicyclists crushed and carnage sometimes for miles. Ending with a well spoken man in prison orange who said he could do nothing else, but accept a single digit challenge. Whose only regret was that he had. been there, at the time.

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