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Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
San Francisco Archdiocese Forced to Take Down Symbol of (Hate) Anti-Love from their Facebook Page
As some of you well know, I do not want to comment lately in the
ugly atmosphere in which politics is being conducted these days. In fact being
attacked by a single troll is one thing for expressing my honest opinion, but
they seem to travel around in gangs anymore.
One is reminded, I am reminded of
the Germany in the 1930’s with jackbooted thugs wandering the streets, paid for
by the rich industrialists, and funds channeled through a stooge political
party like that of the Nazi Party.
So I am reluctant to write some of this. But since I have a global
audience now and this is a American Secular Humanist diary in this new global
culture, I will try to pass along the basics of this news item without getting too involved as
being a so-called "Catholic basher" as some have labeled me or any other false identity
from people hiding behind Anonymous masks as they spew and protect their right
to hate and try to bully me into silence. Etc.
I have mentioned here and there that I do not do electronic petitions,
mainly because I do not want my e-mail address sold onto to some spam list as I
sign a petition for a good and great sounding thing in our democracy.
So too I try to avoid symbols or as in Facebook, there was a recent rash of the equality
symbols used as avatar by many to indicate a position on the civil rights of
marriage equality.
All well and good to
use such a symbol on a temporary basis like wearing a poppy flower at a
veterans parade or waving a small flag at a Memorial Day parade or on the
fourth of July.
I suppose making a good symbol and making a good point is enough to
demand imitation from the other side in terms of a symbol.
Below are two links that say a great deal and I only have one quote
from one commenter that says things much better than myself on the matter.
The headline of Writer Jamie Manson at NCR, National Catholic
Reporter, caught my eye as I paged headlines looking for what was new on many
subjects in the RCC of late.
The mere title said so much that it drew me in and informed of this
new symbolism, symbols being used in ways that might be described as hateful by
the hierarchy of the RCC.
I have given up on that hierarchy in ever doing
anything useful or mature for the human race.
Their bare faced ignorance of
human sexuality on every level tells me that they are children and not adults.
But the powers that be want these ignorant children to lead the masses into
further dark age like ignorance.
That a symbol of equality like:
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| Equality = Love |
Turned into some obscure quote from Luke to divide:
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| Division = Anti-Love |
And reminded me of Hate Symbols like this:
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| Proven Symbol of Hate |
That the RCC is now picking biblical quotations out of context like some tent revival fundies to
emphasize some political agenda.
"Do you think I came to bring peace on
earth? No, I tell you, but division." ~~ Luke 12:51
Everything
with the RCC Hi-R-key is an absolute and an eternal and set in stone. Perhaps
Division is separation from the past and to create new conversation and new ground to explore and not
some street mob symbol trying to separate “us” from “them”.
Nothing there was anti-Catholic, it was anti-hypocrisy. The Catholic Bishops have morphed themselves into an anti-gay hate group, and as such have become political, and must expect to be treated like any other political entity (or hate group). When receiving justified criticism or even denunciations of their hate, suddenly trying to morph back into a religion and claiming that they cannot be criticized because they are "religious leaders," is the height of hypocrisy. And we all know what Jesus had to say about hypocrites... ~~”tomtallis”
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Remembrances of War – Heroes, Woes, Trophies, Soap and Cigarettes etc.
On a Friend’s posting on Facebook regarding the death
of the American Comedian Jonathan Winters at 87, I had to confess that his
humor went over my head as a child. In retrospect, he was an improvisational
comic blazing the path for others and was a somewhat Robin Williams on valium.
That Jonathan spent something like eight months in
what then was termed a “mental hospital” in the early sixties and in my opinion
probably was suffering from PTSD Post Traumatic Stress Disorder decades before
they recognized and dealt with the term or the illness.
These days, the VA
would give Jonathan a prescription and schedule a few months of sessions with a
shrink. Oh the marvels of modern medicine and mental health care.
Jonathan had been in the South Pacific as a Marine for
the last two and one half years of that very bloody theatre of war.
It was for
grunts like Jonathan that Harry Truman dropped the bomb on Hiroshima rather
than let soldiers and marines like Winters go through one more trial, the expected
bloody battle for the Japanese homeland. Enough said.
RIP Jonathan.
The talk of the theatre of war of the South Pacific
had me merging memory and thinking that Jonathan Winters had been at
Guadalcanal but rereading his bio he probably missed that battle. In my mind I
merged some facts, of two cousins that were also Marines as who were at
Guadalcanal and survived and did not do well after the war.
In fact in terms of
what I heard in whispers from the family gatherings, they probably died of
chronic alcoholism and no doubt related to their war experiences, They died
rather young, in their late thirties, early forties, in the nineteen fifties some two or three years
apart and their death was yet another cross or two to bear for great aunt Rose.
This all before PTSD, diagnosis, treatment etc. in the
modern age. America has had too many wars.
Another thing that the Facebook entry reminded me of
was how that generation went to war during WWII and real men did not talk about
the horrors of war and dealt with them in many instances alone and kept it all
within.
My father had joined the Army, probably could have
gotten a deferment for working in a critical war industry and he was quite old
in his late twenties, much older than the average American draftee. He wanted
to join but after months and months of repeat training in holding camps in the
U.S. waiting to be shipped overseas he got tired of all the marching and opted
to become, assume the glamorous job of Army Cook.
It at least kept you out of the rain most of
the time, food being served in a hopefully dry place under a tent etc.
Which brings me to the trophy thing. My dad’s private
space in the house would have seemed to have been the workbench and place for tools in
the basement in the basement space that once had served as a coal bin before
the switch to gas heat etc.
The obsolete space was where dad began and made
some of his household projects.
It was in one of his small metal toolboxes that he kept
two eagle with swastika armbands that he brought back from war, in the European
theatre of war. The armbands were incomplete and only the face of them with
their machine made embroidery was the real pleasure and texture of this textile
product.
Of course, dad rarely talked about his military
experiences, the horrors of war etc. Though as an army cook 24 hours on, 24
hours off throughout the military campaign in Europe, he was a soldier and
expected to have his weapon within reach, even in a kitchen.
The one story he did tell was of as the mess sergeant,
he and his crew were sent out to forage for fresh vegetables to supplement all
the canned and dehydrated food coming from America non-stop.
He did mention
that all meat in terms of steaks and chops were deboned in America before being
shipped to Europe, that, in order to save space and fuel on boats and trucks.
His favorite story involved his few words of German he
learned while knocking on doors and negotiating with townspeople to trade
potatoes, onions and carrots, hidden in their cellars, for soap and cigarettes.
That he mentioned that many times after they entered Germany, the town where they
were foraging in was many times not officially taken by the Americans and that
gunfire was always present over the next hill or passed the next turn in the road and that snipers were
a very real threat to life and limb.
I don’t know how my father got hold of two Nazi armbands,
similar to the one pictured above. I prefer to think that he did not kill the wearers of such things or even took them off their dead bodies.
I prefer to think that he traded soap or
cigarettes for them as a trophy of war, something to bring home and show his
young nephews and other family members etc.
Somewhere along the timeline, my mother threw out the
armbands, said they were symbols of evil and she did not want them in her house
etc.
I regret not having these trophies around now to
remember my father by and not the Nazi empire.
Whatever.
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Lois Kibbee – Queen Bee of Closeted Broadway Lesbian (Underground) Society of Yesteryear
A great line in the movie Caddyshack put me on the floor laughing yesterday with an old style vaudeville delivery in the character of Rodney Dangerfield addressing the character of Lois Kibbee,
playing the wife of Ted Knight the actor in that movie.
Dangerfield: “Hey Babe, you must have been something before
electricity.”
LMAO
Well it is strange talking about Lois after all these many years
later.
That I see lately so much pain in
the Gay community over this equality civil rights issue.
Lois lived her life with a quiet defined demure but determined closeted butch attitude in her acting role on day time soaps and as part time writer,
ghost writer then to a famous transsexual, if I am using that term correctly – getting stiffed on her ghost writer’s
fee.
What was a closeted lesbian do in those days? Sue? Bring attention to herself in public in
a world that would discard her if she lost her “straight” mask.
That she and her lover, a failed, never made it, wannabe opera diva,
was something in memory's retrospect, equivalent somewhat to a female version of La Cage aux Folles. LOL
Of course I was raised a good Catholic Boy and when I did meet Lois
and Elana I had no direct knowledge of who or what they were or represented. I had a idea of what the situation was but they remained totally behind their masks to me a stranger even if I had a blood connection to Elana of sorts.
So
much of the ignorance of Catholicism about the basic human sex product that had no
source book or words for a modern world moving so quickly and or to help move a shadow
world of the arts with its primary sexuality out of the closet back then.
That in retrospect, I was used as a beard on occasion by Elena and
Lois in public and didn’t even know it until some years afterwards. Till I thought about it as the Gay community and its dictionary of terms and gestures became more public as they came out of their many times tortured closets into the full light of human dignity as the Creator intended it.
Such is my slow perhaps dumb nature of things, of words not in use, in vogue or understanding even into the early 1980s.
All I wanted was some mentoring on my writing and Lois very kindly
gave time to read and advise.
Thank you Lois.
I never made it to your funeral. I was away in Arizona. Had not heard of it at the time. Sorry. RIP
It must have been something, the funeral like your life.
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013
American Town Square – Sense of Community – Lost in the Modern Age?
I was totally struck by the statement in Russell Brand’s youthful
POV in his Guardian article, about the Iron Lady Margaret Thatcher and how she broke a “Sense of
Community” along with the Coal Strikers in 1980’s Britain.
That the solidarity that got Britain through a World War with Satan
and his minions literally breathing down their necks was the sense of community
and sacrifice and blind hard work for the cause.
The Brits turned out Churchill after that war because they did all the heavy lifting
in that war and created a sort of socialist state for the benefit of the many
and or the all.
That ideas of Marx were not exclusively communist but like the
earliest traditions of the Christian faith, a community based on common survival
and shared sense of all.
I have written somewhere here or there how I thought of Ronald
Reagan’s breaking of the Air Traffic Controller’s union as Conservative ideologue
and not as fellow American being the root why we could not protect our skies
twenty years later on September 11, 2001.
That losing experience and sense of camaraderie and common purpose and
sticking one’s neck out left us with a scooped out pale reflection of an air
controller’s network that could have been an asset in our national defense but
instead had been turned into some hollowed trophy of Conservative dogma.
That Ronny fed off of Margaret’s actions in Britain and vice versa
in their one upmanship of ways to break humanity in favor of profit and all at
the loss of a sense of national purpose or on a local level a sense of
community that used to exist in the American town square.
That so much rhetoric these days serves as politics and PR drivel as
the ship of state fades from greatness and into the deep forgotten abyss of
history like all past empires etc.
Spilled milk? Or a sense of purpose to redirect our personal goals
if we are a basic Christian and our national goals if our combined sense of ancestry
and common ethic can be re-galvanized into something like the idealized forum
and town squares of our youth?
Is the eventual global town square going to be a great place to meet
and hang out with your global neighbors or is it going to be one cold stone
faced plaza that nobody cares to frequent?
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Russell Brand - A Very Interesting Article By Him On Margaret Thatcher - As Mother of the Nation? - "I Felt Sorry for Her Children"
..."What's going on there,
mate?" John asked a nearby chippy loading his white van. "Maggie
Thatcher," he said. "Comes here every week to water them
flowers."
The three of us watched as the gentle horticultural ritual was
feebly enacted, then regarded the Iron Lady being helped into the back of a car
and trundling off. In this moment she inspired only curiosity, a pale phantom,
dumbly filling her day. None present eyed her meanly or spoke with vitriol…
When I was a kid, Thatcher was the
headmistress of our country.
Her voice, a bellicose yawn, somehow both boring
and boring – I could ignore the content but the intent drilled its way in. She
became leader of the Conservatives the year I was born and prime minister when
I was four. She remained in power till I was 15. I am, it's safe to say, one of
Thatcher's children. How then do I feel on the day of this matriarchal mourning?
We are all on our own. Norman Tebbit, one of Thatcher's acolytes and
fellow "Munsters evacuee", said when the National Union of
Mineworkers eventually succumbed to the military onslaught and starvation over
which she presided:
"We didn't just
break the strike, we broke the spell." The spell he was referring to is
the unseen bond that connects us all and prevents us from being subjugated by
tyranny. The spell of community.
Those strikes were confusing to me as a child. All of the Tory
edicts that bludgeoned our nation, as my generation squirmed through ghoulish
puberty, were confusing. When all the public amenities were flogged, the
adverts made it seem to my childish eyes fun and positive, jaunty slogans and
affable British stereotypes jostling about in villages, selling people
companies that they'd already paid for through tax. I just now watched the
British Gas one again. It's like a whimsical live-action episode of Postman Pat
where his cat is craftily carved up and sold back to him.
You could never call Margaret Mother
by mistake. For a national matriarch she is oddly unmaternal. I always felt a
bit sorry for her biological children Mark and Carol, wondering from whom they
would get their cuddles. "Thatcher as mother" seemed, to my tiddly
mind, anathema…
In the Meryl Streep film, The Iron Lady, it's the scenes of
domesticity that appear most absurd. Knocking up a flan for Denis or helping
Carol with her algebra or Mark with his gun-running, are jarring distractions
from the main narrative; woman as warrior queen…
She is an anomaly; a product of the
freak-onomy of her time. Barack Obama, interestingly, said in his statement
that she had "broken the glass ceiling for other women". Only in the
sense that all the women beneath her were blinded by falling shards. She is an
icon of individualism, not of feminism.
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Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Thatcher – Last of the Cold War Triumvirate Antichrist Dies - Eulogy
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| Cold War Warriors - Triumvirate - Antichrist? -Thatcher - Reagan - Wojtyla |
It sounds a bit ridiculous. But after we defeated evil in World War
II, we adapted the tactics of our enemies to fight our enemies.
This of course has spiraled in seventy odd
years to corporate wars paid for by U.S. Taxpayers and torture and suspension
of habeas corpus in secret oversea dungeons like Guantanamo.
One has to wonder if Hitler and or the Soviet Union were Satan, then
what equal force of evil was needed to defeat them. In the 1980’s I think of no
other PR force in the media as the Three Part Antichrist of Reagan, Thatcher
and Wojtyla to defeat the thought that people and the production of the people
belongs to the people if only in theory and not practice.
Something about deficit spending on the military, secret Contra wars
against peasants in Central and South America, along with the breaking of unions, workers' rights, and the obliterating of livelihoods of workers in the north of England at the
expense of enriching the wealthy in London and we end up with the Vatican Bank
as the money launderer of western empire and ambitions and the plight of buggered
children ignored by a Moral in Mask Only papacy on marionette strings pulled by
the CIA as three components of evil that live on to this day of these past thirty
years to cause, the source, of so much rot in our social and moral systems.
Was the Soviet Union as evil as the collateral damage caused in the
West to defeat them?
The airwaves yesterday were pretty much filled with the
accomplishments of Margaret Thatcher,the deceased former Prime Minister of the
United Kingdom. She being the last living component of the Triumvirate
Antichrist chosen as acceptable evil to fight so-called evil in the East.
Reading the papers today, apparently she died alone in a hotel room,
an expensive hotel room no doubt at the Ritz. A first class nursing home /
space by any other name. The original press releases gave the impression of her
two children being at her side.
But today, her two children living abroad in
Switzerland and Spain, not liking what Britain has become are being searched
out for PR statements about their arrival at Mummy’s funeral.
One also gets the
impression that the nursing home room at the Ritz may have been the result of
her dear children selling her mansion out from under her in her late stages of
dementia and dumping what was left of the Iron Lady into the care of some
hourly no benefits paid nurse on call at the hotel front desk?
Not a pretty ending to the great woman the press is trying to paint
as the Savior of Britain??? But an ending never the less. We all come to some
end in our end.
I give her the fact of being a woman successful in a man’s world and
making it to the top of the political heap.
No doubt the wussification of the male population in Britain since WWII
was evident in her rise.
She was a harsh lower middle class grocer’s daughter with harsh
lower middle class cares for her white neighbors only in small village Britain
of nostalgic thought. Though I cannot remember seeing her ever shaking the
hands of a Pakistani merchant or grocer in the less Toni sections of London.
The American Cable news yesterday propped her up as part of a reason
to resurrect the tin god of Ronald Reagan from the grave to somehow tout
whatever he was supposedly good at, which I think was deficit spending in face of
the great evil empire of the Soviet Union that one morning simply faded away.
That the collapse first of the Soviet Union under a system of crony
socialism and economic unfairness and inefficiencies merely marked the first
system to collapse.
Our system, that did
not retool for peace after the collapse of the Iron Curtain. Has merely gone on
to invent enemies that we stir up like hornets’ nests by droning them and their
neighbors as collateral damage in a new Cold War like model based on some Pentagon Dr.
Strangelove mindset run amuck on the world stage.
Growing pains of a new global culture?
Thatcher broke the unions and aborted the native coal industry in
favor of outsourcing energy to cheap petroleum imports.
In fact on the coal, energy and union thing, I begin to believe that
one of the important historic aspects of the Harvard Brown Wharton Global
Spreadsheet mentality is that no one from Ivy League colleges or the London
School of Economics in their business models want to get their hands dirty,
create anything, let alone sit down to a table of human beings, union members
and negotiate fair wages and benefits for workers.
This whole global spreadsheet thing is
exporting sweat, dirt and labor further and further down some ladder into hell?
Thatcher did not negotiate. It was not in her nature. In fact the
only good thing she did was challenge the bullies of the Argentine Junta that
stole the Falkland Islands and started that war.
Of course, the world was fast changing
then. A mere thousand dollar off the
rack French Exocet Missile could if it hit the right spot destroy a billion
dollar (a lot of money back then) air craft carrier. But the Brits lucked out with an little bit
of unofficial US spy satellite info and the Junta Generals were a bunch a
morons, tripping over their own medals, after all was said and done.
The Argentinians, the people, got a measure of freedom from dear Margaret’s
middle class shopkeeper demeanor, emphasis on the mean part perhaps. Collateral
damage of Maggie’s war. Lol.
At least somebody benefited besides the rich of England, benefited
from her arrogance and lack of personal humanity to her own greater native peoples
of Britain.
Whatever.
Rest in Peace.
They are going to cremate her. No friendly earth in England to accept
her bones? No safe place to hide from getting pissed on in death in your grave?
Where I wonder will her two brats dump her ashes?
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Maggie's Dead Cake Offered Free to People Celebrating in Leeds, Street Party
She transformed, enriched, the Southeast of England (London) at the expense of the rest of Britain.
She robbed the people in the north of their dignity and future in order to Pay the London Financiers!
- part of the new virtual by numbers, nothing real produced except billionaires, global economy.
More cheers and beers below:
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Monday, April 8, 2013
Conservative Love Story – Zombie Ronny Reagan Finally Reunited With His One True Love, Newly Resurrected Zombie Maggie Thatcher – Zombies in Love
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| Conservative Zombies in Love - Ronny Reagan and Maggie Thatcher . |
Dancing in the Streets of Britain at word of Death of Margaret Thatcher, Corportist Tool and General all Around Political C*nt
The Victimized Working Class of Britain awoke today to hear of the death of Margaret Thatcher and to start a nationwide party of celebration in response.
Rumors that Ronald Reagan's cadaver will be dung up to attend Maggie's State Funeral at St. Paul's Cathedral.
Rumors of a Margaret Thatcher Zombie lookalike wandering around in Brighton. LOL
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Saturday, April 6, 2013
Sincere Condolences to Reverend Rick Warren of Saddleback Church and his Family on their sudden and tragic loss – (Abide with Me)
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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Totie Fields on Diets
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| Totie Fields with Mike Douglas |
"I’ve been on a diet for two weeks and all I’ve lost is two weeks."
Totie Fields, Comedienne, 1930-1978
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Hypatia on Religion
“All formal dogmatic religions are fallacious and must never be
accepted by self-respecting persons as final.”
Hypatia of Alexandria 370-415 C.E.
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Sam Brownback, A Pagan High Priest of the GOP, risen in the Heartland to Define but Not Able to Create true life – a General All Around Catholic Dick in Kansas
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| GOP - The New Pagan Religion Party (Cult) of White Dicks Only Membership? |
George Tiller died a martyr of sorts in 2009 doing his job as a
Doctor that performed a necessary female medical procedure for those women.
Kansas has since been caught up in a wave of
the New Pagan Religionists of the GOP clinging to some long gone, obsolete No Rights
to Anybody except the possessors of White Penises. (We are still talking human
species here?)
Bloody Kansas has a history of killing those who disagree with
you going back to before the Civil War.
People like Sam Brownback got little attention in Washington DC. A
small fish in a big political pond. He
is making good on becoming a big fish in little Kansas and looking
presidential.
Similar to the way the Emperor / god Constantine hijacked Christianity,
the Governor / god Brownback of Kansas wishes to hijack, That Which is God’s by
way of Caesar.
Jesus clearly defined church and state in his God / Caesar statement.
Now that the GOP is a quasi-pagan religion that roots itself without permission
in the vagina of women, so too I question why “men” like Governor Sam
Brownback, obviously are trying to add a metaphoric inch or two to the size of
their erect penis to proclaim “when life begins”.
Life may be begin at “fertilization” or “conception”, strange adding a
phrase like that to the latest abortion bill out of historic Bloody Kansas.
Calling
it “philosophical” leans more to religion than science and more pagan as well
considering the strictest definition of pagan as obscure and rural and you
cannot get much more obscure or rural in fly over country than Kansas.
It is really fucked up in the heartland, fly over country.
Sam
Brownback is not a proper Pagan God, Tin god in fact. Is not Opus Dei, or so he
claims, though his conversion to Pagan Roman Catholicism was in conjunction
with members of that famous RC cult.
One important thing to Opus Dei inspired Pagan tin gods like Sam Brownback - Defining life is not creating life. And over and above that when does a soul appear on the scene in that matter.
I was taught in the glory days of post Vatican Two Roman Catholicism
that the first man and woman, Adam and Eve, were the first man and woman that God,
the Diety, bothered to bestow soul on.
Nothing else in the Bible I think even mentions the exact time and
definition of soul and never will.
So in theory if I went back in time and I killed either Adam or Eve
before they had their God given souls – would I have been technically guilty of
killing an animal or a human being?
This new Pagan God or High Priest of the Pagan GOP religion thing is
defining the beginning of life and may have impressive sounding ingredients
read off a bottle of snake oil but he, Brownback and his Tea Bag Party Legislature, sure as hell does not have the makings of
a genuione real snake oil bottle filled with the true magic elixir by which to bestow soul and or
humanity.
You can take a dick like Sam Brownback out of Washington DC but you
cannot make him human or stop him from being the really same small dick he has always been, city
or rural.
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