History ain't gonna be kind to us, folks. In the twenty-fourth year of the twenty-first century we lost our collective minds. And there's no going back. Some third rate prophet dancing through Hamlin, obliterating gender, weaving truths out of whole cloth, demanding fealty. Leaders follow the rabid, yowling, snapping harridans, and boneless shadows of men.

Hidden faces in secret places inventing news to scare us with stories of privilage and resentment, fictional facts, flights of nefarious fancy.

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