If we the People had a chance to speak our voices, we would have done things differently with the war, Health care, and that "bailout", that we supposedly said that we wanted to do. I don't remember voting for it. DO you remember Voting for IT? I don't. I may have been wasted. I can't stand reality. Nothing's the same anymore. I used to be able to walk into a record store and flip through albms and buy things in my hands. Record stores are being chopped up like campers at Crystal Lake Our Pain, in general is not a bondless one, but specified in many ways, and also a bit more grey and vague thne spcifin in some ways. A complex mess. How do we fight terror correctly? What do they rely on that we can deny them so that we can terminate them from the roots up. Has muslim readcalism grown beyond, no, has extremeism, gone beyond just recruitment camps and a brick and mortar strategy? I say yes, because, information is part of stucture, whether it's builting a shelf with instructions from a how to site, or how to assemble a group of activists together with certain goals in mind to do certain group actions. We need to see that thought is a weapon just like a bomb, gun or a plane.
THE ENCOUNTER - SHADOWS AND CAPED CRUSADERS
THE ENCOUNTER - SHADOWS AND CAPED CRUSADERS Act 1: Road Trip Beginnings Scene 1: New York City, 1950s (Allen Ginsberg's apartment. Allen is typing on his typewriter, while William Burroughs paces back and forth.) Allen: (typing) The city is suffocating me, William. We need to get out of here. We need some inspiration, a change of scenery. William: (smirking) I couldn't agree more, Allen. Let's escape this concrete jungle and find some adventure. How about heading down South? Allen: (excited) South? That sounds intriguing. But where exactly? Scene 2: Road Trip Commences (A car packed with their belongings. Allen and William hop in. As they drive, they discuss their plans.) Allen: (driving) I heard Kentucky has some hidden gems, beautiful landscapes, and interesting characters. What do you think? William: (leaning back) Sounds like a plan. I hear there's a particular writer living there who's quite the character himself—Hunter Thompson. Allen: (grinning) Ah, Thompson...
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