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Dear Parents: Let Me Help You See Yourselves, and the Truth, More Clearly

Hello slaveowners (you probably answer better to your preferred self-perception of “parents”). How are you today? Kindly indulge this brief interruption to your ongoing human clay molding and Self-replacement endeavor. I’m just gonna try to help you to see yourselves a little better, in the soft, warm, piercing light of Forbidden Truth. Are you game? Lets give it a try:

Imagine you tuck your child-slave into bed for the night, kiss him on the forehead, wishing him sweet dreams as you gaze down upon him, filled with the universal illusion of externalized love, and then go to sleep yourself, eager to resume your human clay molding in just a few hours.

But, the next morning, when you go into the child-slave’s bedroom, you find only a Post-it note on the pillow, reading, “Sorry, he’s gone. I needed him more!“, accompanied by a smiley-face, all written in dark red….pen. Let’s not get too gruesome here.

You would not be very happy, at all, right?

Now, lets vary the scenario a bit. What if instead of this Post-it note, you found a very realistic looking doll lying on the bed the next morning, but no sign of your child-slave? Still, you would be very unhappy, I will presume. Unless of course you secretly wished and hoped to be freed of the horrific, externally imposed burden of familial child-slave ownership…but that is not the Forbidden Truth direction this essay will take.

What if, instead of a doll, you found a very much alive cat or dog sleeping on the bed of your child-slave the next morning, but again, no sign of the slave. Your consolation would be very limited, because the value of these creatures is less than the value of a child-slave, as decreed by your society. But your reaction would be somewhat different. After all, a living thing is found, a living thing, replacing a different living thing, a living thing that you could use, that you could also mold, and train, and control.

Now, lets continue our dissection of your human brains: What if you walked into your child-slave’s bedroom the next morning and found a different child-slave, definitely not the one you left in the room the night before, but an absolutely human, replacement child-slave. Would you welcome the replacement with a loving hug?? No. You would still be shocked and confused and angry. But your frame of mind would be different than in all the other, previous scenarios. Perhaps not your conscious frame of mind, but your subconscious frame of mind.

Why? Because your loss will be smaller. There is still a human child-slave, right there. And what if this child-slave is crying, and afraid?? You love feeding on fear, parents. You love it! Might you not try to comfort the replacement child right then and there, even in your shock and confusion? Think about it, and be honest with yourself, if you can. Probably you can’t, but try…

And as you comforted this terrified replacement child-slave, somewhere in your deepest subconscious mind you will be thinking, “Well, this isn’t so bad. He is scared right now. I will be able to scare him in the future, to terrorize him, just like I did Mikey… But…I wonder, what the hell did happen to Mikey, he was here last night…Jeez…

Now, what if this replacement child you find in the bed the next morning, is hurt, physically hurt, maybe covered in bruises or welts?? Again, your reaction would be far less negative, you might very well go the child, even in your shock and confusion, and display affection and comfort towards him. You’re such a good mommy/daddy, aren’t you?? Well, no. Because within your deepest subconscious mind you will be thinking, “Well, this isn’t so bad. this one can be hurt, too, just like Mikey. I can feel better about Myself by comforting him…and when I need to, I could hurt him, he could serve as a Poison Container for Me, too.

So, my dear parents, do you see yourselves clearly, yet? Do you understand what you are? Do you understand the role that your child-slaves play within your illusion of being alive?

Your children are receptacles for you. Containers, like garbage containers. Yes, they are useful to you. You put within them, what you need to get rid of, within yourselves. Fear is a huge part of your subconscious existence, and so you feed upon their fear. You try to ease their fears, sometimes. Because in doing so you ease your own fears. But other times, you need to make them afraid, you need to terrorize them: Catharsis for your own childhood and adult terrors, traumas, victimization.

What about pain and suffering? Same thing. You need to feed upon their pain and suffering. You dispense comfort, sometimes. When it makes you feel better. But you also dispense pain and suffering at other times, for the same reason, catharsis, to feel better. But, will you admit to this Forbidden Truth?

The Post-it note is an unacceptable substitution for your missing child-slave. And so is the doll. Why?? Because they cannot feel fear and pain, because you cannot terrorize and hurt them., and yes, at times comfort and soothe them. Not because you “love” them, simply because you are psychologically, subconsciously comforting and soothing yourself.

And the cat or dog?? Well, you can terrorize and hurt them, and you probably will, but it’s just not nearly as psychologically satisfying as doing it to your own kind, your own species. The connection is not direct enough, and so the garbage receptacle, the Poison Container, is not nearly as inviting.

But a human child?? Yes! Any child will do, it’ll just take awhile for you to feel as comfortable and safe scaring and hurting the replacement slave.

So there you have it. Feel free to dismiss this essay as just more ravings from that crazy Seer guy. But I see you, so well, so clearly, even as you can never see yourselves.

Sweet dreams.

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Should The Beast be Exercised, or Exorcised?

snip 12One of My favorite quotes of 20th century seeker of Truth, Martyr and murder victim, Anton Szandor LaVey.

So True, so very True, Anton. The Superior unconditionally embraces rage, hate, and his sacred right to vengeance. Every intellectual and emotional projection is positive, so long as it is directed appropriately. Positive energy always towards Self, negative energy always towards others.

Suppressing, denying, and misdirecting mind energy constitutes a betrayal of Self. The beast is the ego, the beast is the outrage of the victim, growing and glowing and demanding revenge, because justice is forever dead. The beast that terrorizes others, must be the most cuddly of teddy bears to its owner, its creator.

Who gave birth to the beast? Who wakes up the beast? Who taunts the beast each day?

I will make love to the beast, I will invite him in and give him shelter and nourishment, I will make him strong and honor his need to terrorize others as My sacred reflection of Self.

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Poetic and Beautiful Reflections of Mindfulness, or Senseless, Insane Displays of Mindlessness??

1) A 63 year old man dresses up in suit and tie, conceals a butcher knife inside a briefcase, stands in the doorway of a building on a busy pedestrian street close to a school in broad daylight at 2:00 PM on a school day, and resolves to fatally disembowel the first small child, under age 10, he sees walk past him on the sidewalk. And so he does.

2) A 32 year old woman loads two Glock 17L 9MM handguns with 33 round extended capacity clips, conceals them inside of a large purse, boards a subway train at 9AM, sets her Casio watch to alarm mode for 12:00 Noon, and rides aimlessly for three hours, resolving to extract both guns and open fire, trying to shoot dead as many people as possible who are inside the subway car she is on, beginning exactly when her watch alarm goes off. And so she does.

I find poetic and beautiful reflections of mindfulness within these imagined acts. I find them harmonious and both internally and externally enlightening of the human condition.

The vast majority of you humans have a polar opposite reaction. You judge such events to be random, mindless, unfathomable, impossible to justify or to rationally explain, failures of the human mind.

But you are dead wrong.

I love, admire, and appreciate the absolutely random (meaning impossible for any outside force to anticipate or to predict), yet pre-planned, dynamic explosions of outlaw violence, most of all. I value them within internal True Reality, as well as completely detached psychological and philosophical illuminations of the horrors and injustices maliciously imposed upon each of us, throughout our imagined existence.

Whether we consciously face up to this Forbidden Truth or not, each of us faces the terror of eternal erasure of our Self-universe, at any and every singular moment in time. Nobody is ever safe.

It does not matter how young or old, how healthy or ill, how privileged or outcast we may be. It does not matter whether we dwell within a fortress in a most exclusive neighborhood, or a ghetto apartment building filled with crack and opiate addicts. Every singular moment we face the danger of attack, harm, injury, death.

Each of us is terrorized and traumatized from birth, throughout our lives, and ordered to conceal this Forbidden Truth from others, and from our own conscious minds. Each of us is commanded to assemble and to wear an Acting Mask always and whenever we interact with other humans. Put on a show, pretend everything was, is, and will be okay. Impress the others with how happy you are, with what a “good life” you have made for yourself.

I despise your eternal charade! The False Face you put on for others, is only a little less disgusting than the False Face you always wear for yourself, only letting it down when you feel safe, beating your children, bullying your employees, terrorizing your sexual partners.

I respect the sacred right of all rage reflection, but I do not personally value such selective, intimate, emotionally enmeshed violence. It conceals Truth, just as much as it exposes Truth.

Contrast this type of closed-circle violence, with absolutely random, public arena explosions of rage, targeting complete strangers, impossible to predict in advance. The more random and unpredictable, the more “overkill” involved, the better. Here you see Forbidden Truth exposed and honored, even if the perpetrator lacks conscious awareness of it, as it usually the case.

Nobody is safe. Nobody deserves to ever feel safe, because I was never safe, and never will be safe.

Terror deserves to permanently dwell within every human mind, for the collective crime humanity is guilty of: Terrorizing every child and every adult, all of the time.

I value Truth exposure, the mask dropped, the illusion shattered, and the more random, unexpected, dynamic, unique, and bloody the exposure presents as, the more poetic and beautifully mindful it is.

The reflection of personal and of universal terror, constantly experienced, constantly concealed and cloaked within the Self-universe, incubating and growing and evolving within the secret and sacred space of mind, often unknown and not understood even by the incubator Himself, taking physical form via a unique plot and plan, unfathomable to the outsiders, but in perfect harmony with the subconscious Self-mind, and in perfect harmony with the reality of all human experience, of all humans, a reality they can and will never face up to.

And then: Boom!!! It happens. And still nobody gets it. Nobody understands. Nobody sees, the perfect, the accurate, the honest, the courageous, reflection. But there it is. Look closely, look better, open your mind…., can’t you see it? The equilibrium shattered, yet at the same time restored, and the Forbidden Truths are exposed in all their glory!

The Forbidden Truths of universal victimization, universal injustice, death, the Acting Mask, the constant terror of everyday life that nobody is able to look at and to know.

For just a few minutes, it’s all there, out in the open, waiting for somebody to see it all. And I do see it. Yes I do. Can’t you see how beautiful it is? Things precious and unique of consciousness, things constantly hidden, denied, rejected, condemned, gagged, suddenly and dynamically thrust into the light of exposed Truth!

See the beauty of this Truth, and of the singular Truth-teller!

He has pried open the mind cage, walk through, thank Him, and smile!

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Why We Must Never Forgive Those Who Transgress Against Us

Forgiveness is the ultimate act of stupidity. It is not moral, noble, kind, or altruistic. Forgiveness does not help the forgiver, it harms him, in every way imaginable. Forgiveness is the ultimate insult to Self, it demeans and degrades the Self in a way that NO externally delivered insult ever can.

Forgiveness betrays the obligation of the individual to defend Himself, to respond with Full Force rage, hate, outrage, and malicious destruction, to any and all transgressions directed against him.

An immense ego is important, it helps the Superior to understand that no excuse is valid, because the Self-universe is sacred. Of course the Human Garbage is himself a victim of harm and trauma, an inferior, mentally ill, etc…, but nothing he may be, should deter the Superior from hating, from targeting, from attacking, from harming, Human Garbage.

The beautiful thing is, there are literally millions of different ways to hurt and to harm others.

The soul dead misanthrope (That would be Me) isolates within his mind, thousands and thousands of different ways to harm others. And of course the experience of being harmed is unique to the victim of harm. He who seeks to cause harm can never know with absolute certainty, exactly what impacts he actually causes, from the True Reality perspective of his target.

But it is so much fun to imagine and to envision. And if the actually experienced harmful impact is less than he assumes, so what? No big deal. The offensive attack is more important, the catharsis it brings, the Self-love it strengthens, than any quantified measurement of the harm caused.

Let us not be hypocrites! Let us not pretend to forgive others, such pretense is just as much a betrayal of Self, as is genuine forgiveness.

We are hated, we are victims, and no mercy was shown to us. We must not concern ourselves with whether others deserve to be hated and harmed by us, the very fact we are compelled to hate and to harm, proves others deserve to be hated and harmed.

As I so brilliantly articulated in a past essay: The Motivation is the Justification. Absolutely it is so.

One of the best legal ways to harm someone, is to figure out what they want, and deny them their need. Reach deep into their soul, find their weakest links, and attack, exploit them. It is what society and government does to every individual, and to reflect this malevolence honors the Self.

Most of you reading this essay will respond negatively. You do not want to face up to what was and is done to you, and you do not love yourselves. To be victimized feels much better, than to stand up for Truth and for Self, by embracing your sacred right to harm others.

You are hypocrites, and your hypocrisy causes great harm to others.

Ironic!

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Only Death Will Force Me To Forget

Traumatic memories are very important to maintain and to consistently relive. They must be kept vivid and vibrant, and used to nourish the Self-universe, within the horrific light of Truth. Most of you humans try to forget the terrible things that happened to you. Fools! The terrible things plot a course of Truth, they can help you to never fall prey to the illusions and delusions and malicious deceptions of humanity, society, and government.

When you try to forget, you betray Truth and you betray Yourself, in the worst possible way. And you never forget, you just destroy your conscious awareness. The memories remain, eating you, compelling you to cannibalize Yourself, only you can’t perceive what you are doing, or why.

Every week I spend at least 5 full hours, usually closer to 10, painstakingly reliving, in as much detail as I can, My childhood abuse. I pick out a specific incident, a specific day, from my rich inventory, and I strive to exactly relive the abuse.

I strive not to remember how it was, but to experience it again, exactly as I did when it occurred. To go back to the same True Reality, the same state of mind consciousness, I was chained within, on that day.

These recreations are always done as conscious recollections while fully awake. Never as Conscious Dreams, even though I have fully mastered the art of Conscious Dreaming, and sometimes do directly incorporate My childhood abuses within My Conscious Dreams, as prelude, or foreplay if you will, for the dynamic violence and revenge I plot out and savor, later in the dream.

But to actually build up direct memory of My childhood abuses, to increase their vividness and clarity and strength of impact, I rely upon these awake memory recreations.

30 to 50 years have passed by, but My commitment to remember every detail, to experience the Truth of My childhood destruction as it occurred and with absolute clarity, has not diminished. It will not diminish.

The infinite tragedy of death will take Me from Myself, render Me unborn, erase My memories, each as precious as any other. And the possibility of a disease such as Alzheimer’s betraying My uniquely brilliant brain, cannot be discounted. But I will not forget anything, out of error or laziness or any willful neglect of My Self-universe. I will not.

Would My attitude be different if Universal Child Abuse had not been deliberately sponsored and carried out against Me by society and government back then, as public policy mandate, in the 1960’s, 1970’s, and 1980’s? Would My attitude be different if anything had changed since then, if any reforms had occurred? If Universal Child Abuse were not carried out exactly the same today, June 28, 2017, as back then? What if My victimization had been a rare and isolated occurrence, an accident that could not have been prevented?

Perhaps My attitude might be different. But none of that is True, none of that is the reality.

My catalogued inventory of childhood torture, torment, victimization, destruction, is rich and varied. Every day I died a little more. Soul murder, destruction of personal potential, darkness descending, advancing, consuming, the human child that was Me. Now, I am no longer a child, and thanks to My unique brilliance and courage, I am no longer human, having rejected and transcended My humanity.

Yet I recreate Myself as a child, for hours and hours, every week. It must be done, the trauma must be relived by Me, the Self-aware Monster. It is the only True way to honor Self, to honor what I am, to honor the Truth of why I am what I am.

And so I spin the wheel of misfortune, the Wayback Machine of My innerspace. I pick a specific day, a frozen moment of time, and I recreate it as best I can. The trauma must be re-experienced, not merely remembered.

Every day is completely different, even if the actual abuse is similar.

Every day is different because the life cycle of soul murder and the building of Frankenstein’s Monster was so very different, from day to day.

Hundreds of times My father forced Me to suck his co*k and swallow the c*m, but the experience was different at age 4, from My earliest concrete memories, than at age 11. So very different. And so one day I recreate the experience from age 4, and another day from age 11, and other days all the other years. The event is not allowed to blend together, the memories must be kept distinct, so that almost every single one of the hundreds can be consciously remembered for its distinctiveness.

Hundreds of times My mother tried to blind Me, holding Me down inside of the bathtub, holding Me by the hair, pouring shampoo into My eyes. The burning felt different every time. Age 4 was different from age 10. At age 4 I didn’t yet know, consciously, that My eyesight was being destroyed.

And so I recreate the event at all stages of My childhood, from the “innocence” of age 4, to the knowledge at age 10, that My eyesight had been and was continuing to be, destroyed. Every day out of the hundreds of days was different, and so I try to recreate them all, remembering every nuance… The phone ringing in the background one time, Me grabbing the bottle of shampoo from her, another time, Learning how to keep My eyes tightly closed, but pretending the shampoo had gotten in, another time. The details matter!

And being dragged out into the hallway of the apartment building wearing only short white underwear and socks, dozens of times, and locked out. Huddling against the door for hours as humans went into and out of their apartments, went up and down the stairwell, momentarily pausing sometimes, looking at Me, I felt their eyes, saw their bodies, even as I never made eye contact.

Every time was different, I remember the lady in high heels, and the one who shuffled in slippers, and the big man who always stopped and stood silent, and I could faintly hear his breathing before he moved on. I do not try to merely remember, I recreate and relive the reality, honoring My courage, honoring Myself, honoring the Truth.

I will always be that child. There was no escaping back then, and to try to escape the Truth now, would be the choice of a fool, the choice of an Inferior for whom Truth and Self are judged equally worthless. There is nothing to escape from today, just as there was nowhere and nobody to escape to, back then.

The pain of the universe was created within Me, and within Me it shall always dwell. Always it will find a comforting spot within Me. Always it will find the warm embrace of unconditional love and acceptance.

My perfection of today was Self-created within the reflection of what was done to Me. And so I choose to remember everything, always!

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The Self-realized, Self-made Monster Questions His Parts Inventory

Each of us is a creation of everything that has been done to, everything that has been imposed upon, everything that has either added to, or negated from, the limitless potential of a virginal mind.

Even the one in a billion Superior like Me, who successfully rejects and transcends his humanity, and builds an untouchable Self-universe, must consciously understand that his glorious feat was accomplished with available parts, not with a limitless inventory of every imaginable part, every imaginable perception and reality of consciousness, that exists within the spectrum of all human mind potential.

I was shattered into trillions of tiny fragments, this is what child abuse, society, government, and The Matrix of Universal Illusion does to every individual. And I rebuilt Myself with the billions of tiny fragments I successfully salvaged. No matter how perfect and brilliant I made Myself, the limitless potential of the unshattered, virginal mind, was and will always be, forever lost.

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Depressive Truth Keeps You Properly Grounded

It’s good to always consciously remember: At every singular moment throughout your entire imagined existence, at each moment of real-time, you are bearing witness as a personal and direct victim of the most horrific tragedy that has ever occurred in the entire history of the entire cosmic universe.

Your infinite tragedy as an animated corpse is a flat line, it never really increases or decreases, but your conscious perception of the tragedy does vary, if you are a normal, an inferior, one of the billions of the Unwashed Masses.

For this reason, when, or should I say IF, something “good” should happen to you, as a mind perception, you should properly focus your consciousness even more than usual, upon the depressive Forbidden Truths. Never forget what you are: An animated corpse, pretending to be alive. Never forget: You have not yet given birth to Yourself, and unless you do, you will never have existed.

Forbidden Truth: The antidote to the mind infections of optimism and happiness.

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I Feel and I Know, The Pain of the Universe

Sometimes I sound tough.

That’s because I am tough, tough enough to absorb and to integrate to My own personal core consciousness, the collective pain of the entire universe. It’s all there, inside of Me, a trillion trillion moments of supreme agony, as experienced by a trillion trillion creatures.

All of their agony lives within Me. I feed upon it, it helps Me to elevate Myself to king, queen, god, of pain.

For all who can no longer suffer, because they no longer exist, I feel your pain.

For all who refuse to face up to their suffering, I feel your pain.

For all who try to make themselves feel better by making others suffer, I feel your pain.

For all who make themselves suffer in specific ways, so they can numb other types of suffering, I feel your pain.

The more pain I absorb, the more rage and hate I reflect, and the more love I manifest as a Self-universe.

I feel pain. I know pain. I make love to pain. Yet I do not hurt.

I just say No, to the Ouch.

Me. The untouchable Me.

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A Belated mother’s day Present, From Joshua Lee Webb and Me

I was too busy with slave labor on Sunday, to write a new essay condemning and mocking the perverse and insane human holiday of mother’s day as it was being celebrated by you pathetic humans. It was regretful, but when My time is limited I choose to spend it heaping love upon Myself, masturbating to multiple climaxes, plotting out delicious Conscious Dreams to savor, etc…

But here we are, on Tuesday, and while I am still too busy to pen a lengthy essay, I did stumble across a delightful news article that negates all need for Me to write a new essay outing mother’s day as the horrific sham that it is. Because torture victim and Martyr Joshua Lee Webb of Oregon, usa, beat Me to the punch.

On Sunday, on mother’s day, Joshua cut off his mom’s head and, drenched in her blood, carried it to a local grocery store. Check it out:

http://ktla.com/2017/05/15/man-reportedly-carrying-womans-head-walks-into-grocery-store-stabs-worker/

Thank you Joshua, for standing up, for showing the world the Truth of what mothers and motherhood do to children, and to humanity as a whole.

On a delicious side note, direct your attention to how this news article begins. The author, a member of the media, mandated to protect & defend The Matrix of Universal Illusion, prefaces it with the editorial comment: “Warning: This story contains content that some may find disturbing.”

Ha-ha! Yes, mothers ferociously clinging to the delusion their child-slaves love them, might find it disturbing. Child-slaves hopelessly enmeshed within toxic dependency to their womb excretors, might find it disturbing. Humans who refuse to face up & embrace their justified rage and hate, might find it disturbing. And so you humans are given this editorial warning, something terrible is being revealed to you: Truth!

Here is a brilliant essay I wrote for mother’s day 2015:

https://forbiddentruthblog.com/2015/05/10/mothers-day-a-celebration-of-child-genocide/

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An Important Forbidden Truth PSA For All Children Of The World

Attention! This is a Public Service Announcement of Forbidden Truth, it serves children, and it serves the Truth:

It is May 13, 2017, and every child alive at this moment, everywhere in the world, needs and deserves to know the Truth, the Forbidden Truth nobody will tell them, nobody will allow them to discover for themselves until it is too late: Nobody cares. Nobody cares about you. Nobody human. Nobody!

No matter if some humans may treat you with kindness and affection and empathy. They still do NOT care about you! They are simply trying to make themselves feel better. They are trying to use you, manipulate your sense of Self and perception of reality, in order to make themselves feel better. They want you to try to care about them, so they can feel loved and cared for. They are trying to use you as a Poison Container, projecting their own poisoned consciousness upon you, in reflection of their own childhood abuse, victimization, and torment.

Attention children of the world: The only love is Self-love. to care for Yourself as a universe to be developed to personal perfection.

Attention children: This Forbidden Truth is infinitely valuable and precious. The younger you are when you consciously realize and embrace it, the better. Even at age of 6, definitely by age 8, it may be too late. Yes, too late! Too late to prevent your mind and soul from being murdered. Too late to EVER be able to recover and regain the instinctual and conscious love of Self that is your sacred birthright. Too late to save Yourself from your greatest enemy.

Nobody cares about you. No matter how you choose to interact with others, you must know and understand this Forbidden Truth. Because you deserve to be cared for, and the only way you can or will ever be cared for, is to care for Yourself.

This essay is inspired by the murder of 8 year old child-slave Gabriel Taye on January 26, 2017, in cincinnati, ohio, usa:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2017/05/13/school-releases-video-of-boy-who-police-say-was-bullied-and-who-later-killed-himself/?utm_term=.4fd87ac6220f

Legal Disclaimer: This essay addresses the issue of child abuse on an informational level. It is not intended as a direct communication with any child or group of children, as 21st century human society and government has criminalized benevolent contact between adults and children who are not legally enslaved to each other via familial or educational systems.

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Gabriel Taye, 8 year old murder victim of 2017 amerikkkan society and government.

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