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I now must live my life by a code, "Trust No One."
I know the extent my government will go with their ruthless intimidation.
Your worst enemy in the world could end up being your very best friend.
Here is how I envision the possibility of this happening.
My best friend is in a pickle, major tax liability.
This debt has been orchestrated and exaggerated by the IRS agency.
He is about to lose everything and he's supporting his family,
then my government steps in very polite, but very intimidatingly.
"You do this for us and your country,
and we will leave you alone, along with your entire family.
We will negotiate a very reasonable plan to settle your tax liability,
all you have to do is help us and help serve your country.
Bring your best friend alone to this locality.
We will take it from there, and escort you home directly.
We appreciate all your help and your service to your country,
in our War On Terror and all terrorist activity."
The next thing you know I vanish mysteriously.
This Kind Of Thing Is Happening Presently All Across My Country.
Individuals on this god forsaken terrorist watch list,
have mysteriously, suspiciously suddenly vanished,
or have met premature uninvestigated deaths,
most likely because they all were very active activists,
successfully reaching the masses, 
and my government doesn't tolerate this.
Since I'm too on this list, I must now live a life of complete isolation,
and never break my code, Trust No One.

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