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The New Tomorrow 

Shopping street posh boutiques, perfumeries and cafes plenteous 
something for all to eat and drink. My wife has gone to buy a dress 
and I wait with a glass of red wine, as usual, when we are out and
about in town. There are no cars in this street and children are free 
to fool around, I look at them and wonder what the future holds 
for them now that the world is about implode. When they are only 
allowed to express an opinion that is the norm. Should they fall foul 
of this edict and, the powerful listens to their thoughts, they will be 
pushed out as the spoilers and  have only themselves to blame, for 
not being submissive.  And the new adults will be conditioned to 
have no mercy for losers of this sacred joke of an evil democracy. 
But the edifice of human greed will fold one day, nature will see to 
that, reek destruction that few humans will survive. So play now 
little ones tomorrow has nothing to offer but the suffering caused 
by your antecessors who willfully took his pleasure and left you to 
suffer the consequences.

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