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Humans Are Definitely a Funny Old Lot
Humans are definitely a funny old lot there are billions and billions of us but a handful of old white-heads are deciding what’s what this handful of old white-heads who rule and reign decide for us what it is we can do, what it is we can say where it is we can go, what it is we can wear who we can marry, to whom we can pray they promulgate our laws, our rules, our boundaries and learning imprisoning and fining us if we dare disobey yet render themselves completely immune to all proclamations bribing and lying when they go astray they pay themselves obscene sums of money for keeping us subservient and firmly on track yet they tax us for this and they tax us for that ensuring that most of our pay-checks are given straight back safely ensconced in his citadel of power a single old white-head stroking his ego and thumping his chest can make a decision that leaves thousands and thousands of us brutally dead I do not understand, it is beyond my ken how is it possible, how can it be, that only one of our billions and billions can cause so much pain and can get so much done so, I say once again humans are definitely a funny old lot there are billions and billions of us but a handful of old white-heads are deciding what’s what.
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