lucky the man, we recall with affection, whose story is a parable of the modern era. It wasn’t the great rescue, too many didn’t make it, it is the heavenly reminder, what did you do when you had the opportunity, what was it, were you joyful to hear the story. Or imagine, the story of the last minute savior, there is a film about that too, another frank.
With glee the hearts moisten, yes, the hopeless are given hope, we are not all bad minded, some will make the effort, children mostly will watch, and ask, why wasn’t there more of it, why didn’t people speak up. Then it will be explained, they tried to hide it all, kept it to the east, where the climate was cold much of the year, out of the observing eyes of those with the means to act, or the conscience that wasn’t enveloped with fear.
America, the time of your resurrection, your children want to be led wisely, patriotism is not what they want to hear, they know about national socialism, and where it can lead, new, fresh voices, wise ones. Even the times since then, what have we inherited they ask. It looked good in the fifties, a layer of conscience removed, it was really hope filled in the early sixties, then Kennedy was murdered, and so on, and after Che Guevara was removed, they killed in silence, psychologically, and now social media, that is terrifying to all that lead, the poison chalice, that appeared to be a gift, a serious danger when allowed to roam unwound from any form of regulation. However, there is a easy solution to that affair, too simple to mention, its not anything dark or dangerous, its just a button, amen. Yes, the technological head spacers have forgot the simple fix, well, leave it to the imagination, that’s what the lady said. Rejoicing in Europe, we have the license to sort that, amen.
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