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Anti-Semite; White supremacist; MAGAcultist; various mods at any given site. Same ploy.
Another piece of Post-Modernist/Marxist revisionism
Yeah; because the science of anthropology, historiography incl. firsthand accounts, and the conditions of the world as it were do not bear corrective scrutiny bettering any previous lower-order imperialist interpretation. Not that one expects fascists [or fascism’s inbred near-cousins], after over a century of not being able to do so, to understand the adjectival sense of certain words, even [like ‘Marxism’] when they can’t even grasp what knowledge entails as matters of measure. Such is the Prisoner’s Dilemma with the functionally cruel and stupid.
based on applying early 21st century so-called morality
A loaded BS statement left unproven [morality, huh]; which makes this statement more a confession and projection of ‘so-called morality’ previously applied [and carried forth still, QED] by those religious adherents of ideology [again, QED] of things like Manifest Destiny and White supremacy, all ‘moral in its bowel howl movement’, as it were.
to previous centuries based on manufactured/mnisrepresented [stet] cherry-picked “facts”.
And confession and projection are apparently going to be Gish galloped for gaslighting’s sake, vlittle critical self-awareness at all. Never seen low-density water-carrying fascists do that. Irony knows no bounds when it is birthed from some absurd perversion, and a screed to protect [and be protected by] the ‘class myth’ of mediocre identity that is White supremacy is vmuch one of those malformations.
Comparing the Shoa with the ‘extermination’ of the Native Americans is a rank piece of dishonest hypocrisy
And someone doesn’t understand comparative analysis, even at a high school lit. level, let alone as part of methodology detailing lives lost under differences in conditions which both fit within the category of ‘genocide’, that category’s conditions having been met well enough in the aggregate. And that they just had ‘extermination’ in ironic quotes is vmuch Holocaust Denialism [which they’re doing ‘rankly’] except to dismiss one closer to home where the genocide’s still in effect. Such tiresome garbage.
- The Shoa was a hideous genocide, the demise of the Native Americans was not.
That this is based upon the Baconian fallacy of what follows, is one of the saddest things I’ve seen on PW in awhile, denying reality to reality itself, as desperate as it is pathetic; a spasmodic twitch-as-feature from a dead-end culture of perfomed evil.
There were not millions of Native Amercians ‘exterminated’ because there were never millions of Native Americans to start with.
Which doesn’t even really fly among early 20th c. ‘pre-Marxist’ experts. And now we’re at the part where the ‘manufactured/mnisrepresented [stet] cherry-picked ‘facts’’ previously confessed to and projected in order to further muddy the sty of this worm-infested argument are put on display in all their inferior grandiosity and counterfeit intellect, as follows—
(1) The 1850 Census indicated around 350,000 Native Americans living in the United States.
Even the most basic of facts abused, ‘nut-picked’, contextomized, and intentionally poorly understood, to whit: The 1850 census ‘was mostly targeted toward “assimilated” Native Americans who lived in predominantly white communities and owned land on U.S. soil.’ Iow, an undercount. And that it was the 1850s census zeroed in upon, without mention that the 1800 estimate of count of the same type of native [putting that targeted, smaller geographically contained number above 600k] does not concern the White supremacist witewashing of genocide narrative, decrease in even targeted numbers that that shows; as neither does the 1900 census putting the full count even lower, more exact as -that- was: Even low-balled numbers indicate genocide during a century of massive White expansion. And that was the ‘simple fact’ meant to validate and discolor every ‘fact’ that follows as they become even more tenuous, specious, and inane?
What revisionists fail to grasp
Loaded label circlar reasoning. Cool.
is that a hunter-gatherer population
Someone doesn’t understand the difference tween neolithic and paleolithic, let alone the progressions into Archaic, Woodlands, and Mississippian with mixed economies and rather stable rich environs. Quelle surprise and tighten that MAGA hat band.
will expand to the point where the resources in the environment can no longer support further expansion.
A truism that then presupposes a vlimited and resource poor environ [and likely based upon a lifetime of cornfield austerity]: N. America just wasn’t so.
For a people to continuing expanding,
it must be done at the expense of others -
Faulty truism upon faulty truism. Zero-sum’s so cultish a tenet [speaking of limited resources], no wonder such defensive offense has been taken.
stealing resources, killing enemies, conquering territory etc.
And here we have the ‘overcorrection’ from the equally insipid ‘Noble Savage’ [which itself was motte-and-bailey’d [they aren’t so noble, so they deserve destruction]] of White supremacy, except in this case, it falls headlong into the ‘Scary Beast’ stereotype, where, without any consideration of how these societies acted, interacted, maintained and sustained themselves intelligently in stable environs, they are automatically perceived as wildly proto-moral beasts [or at best, ‘human’ but with the implicit fallacies of relative privation and association applied [some kinda ‘we’d’ve killed them, therefore, they’d kill us, therefore, we get to kill them and lie about it as proof of membership in White supremacist ‘culture’’]], an ahistorical reading of the worst kind.
That population of around 350,000 had probably been stable for millenia.
The 1850 count didn’t even hold up for a solid moment, dude; and certainly doesn’t hold for millennia, let alone a millennia’s third post-contact. Mein Gott, so fucking dumb.
(2) There is no record in the archaeology to support the idea of vast Native American populations running into the millions - no settlements, no vast rubbish pits, no great swathe of bone artefacts or pottery.
This is what one calls lying. Know what happens to woodhuts as pieces degrade? The pieces get replaced and burned. Most everything carbon-based does. Leather, utensils, fur. Rubbish doesn’t really get made by non-rubbish makers who use organic materials. Even bodies decompose, especially in wetter environments. Or burned, sacred as fire is. Pottery from these ‘garbage societies’ was essentially plowed over, left behind, trampled and trammeled, destroyed for being worthless— Settler society displaced Natives, by city -and by field-: The good land [near waterway and at rich points for human establishment] literally stolen and built upon, put to environment destroyed use. And sidenote, dude: Treasure hunting was vmuch a thing. And loss of artefacts due stupidity of treasure hunters also a thing.
(3) There are no vast plague pits or mass burials to indicate millions of dead.
This borders on the unreal, it’s so utterly a failure of rational induction. Barely any bones of any species -and- society that has ever existed, long survive. And again, fire is a thing. Maybe familiarize yourself with accurate understanding of it.
(4) There is nothing in the oral tradition of the Native American peoples to indicate such a cataclysmic event. No paintings, no artefacts - nothing.
With hundreds of languages lost in N. America alone, and still in the process of being lost. With the slow wave of White settlement that displaced and subsequently plowed and/or built over with intentional disregard for literal centuries. Without acknowledgement that recovery takes time they were not granted. With blind blanket denial that the story of it is itself -the story of it- told and catalogued by America’s own historians and first-contact record with society after society from sea to sea, and that the story is still in effect, static and immanent; and despite purposeful erasure by non-documentation of oral history; with ‘Xtianization’; with children stolen as a matter of course. The history was systematically, in an asymmetrical way, pulverized. That -genetically- with -hard science-, it is understood how diseases affected them. Dude. We know what a lack of ability to resist a certain disease makes happen within a population without resistance to that disease. Like seriously: White supremacy creates morons.
(5) DNA research indicates that roughly 1 in 3 Haspanics in the US carry Native American markers. The Native Americans were not “exterminated”, they inter-married with other other populations.
And here we have yet another attempt at equivocation, where the destruction [genocidally] of Native society is A-OK because the genocide was not complete ‘extermination’. And I’m pretty sure reducing much of the rape [outright and in servitude] to ‘inter-marriage’ is worse than the bigot’s mispelling of ‘Hispanic’, tho the ‘other other’ was Freudian enough to have smoked your mother. Is that red-pill ribbed for your pleasure?
Then, we have the downright deliberate malicious falsehoods.
Projection as oblivious confesson is pathological with you, huh. That like a cult thing, or are ya naturally devoid of talents that would amend that? Enough of both to have an extra chomosome, is it?
Take the so-called “Trail of Tears” in the 1830s, with white US soldiers driving the Native Americans off their land, at bayonet point, with over 4,000 dead strewn across the landscape.
After having created a written language, maintaining a 90% literacy rate, and winning in the Supreme Court, that Jackson’s White supremacist military which removed them anyway then kept accurate count of the dead? Oh, OK.
Name that fallacy.
From nearly 20,000 “displaced” Native Americans,
What even is this. You ‘probably’ math as well as you English. And vice versa. Ouch.
there are just shy of 800 deaths recorded. This, at a time. where diseases like cholera were wipng out thousands of city dwellers at a single stroke.
JFC, more relative privation, huh. Shame when Whitey gets a disease; not so much same when entire continents do. Repulsive.
The Native Americans were not driven out by the US army.
Literally a lie: The three million bribe also forced, and again: After winning right to stay in the SC.
The Cherokee Chief, John Ross, ordered his people to up sticks and move - he claimed $3 million from the US government (billions of dollars in modern terms)
3 million 1830s dollars is equal to billions today? Did I read that right, cuz you sure af wrote it wrong.
for ‘expenses’ whilst his brother made huge profits from selling the travellers supplies.
3 million 1830s dollars is 84 million today. Divided by 20000 people. $4200 per person -in today’s dollars-. To walk the Trail of Tears. As a Native. Under duress of a White supremacist military. And it paid for their land, not just the walk. Nothing’s clicking, huh?
No doubt other episodes in this work of racist fiction will prove to be of a sililar stripe.
Quit. Projecting. You just look ‘sililar and sililar’. But really: Racist af and it fucks you up.
Have now seen that post up [and the White supremacist posts upthread from it] for over a day, full-on alt-reality Nazi-level prop that it is [aw, finally collapsed, but -still- not removed: an -endorsement-]. And it’s a given that anyone who replies to it, will have their response deleted, whether or not that post in question is then deleted; so it sits there without response, in order that comments technically remain open, tho they’ll likely be closed should anyone respond [and after five? days, comments closed as that Mein Kampf-level perversion finally garnered some ‘wtf is this insane racist shit’ replies. did not see that outcome, well, coming…]. Really really good non-racist stuff.
But the mods have no bias that’s pro-White supremacist in play. And to say otherwise will get you 20000 hours muted. Because one never calls out White supremacy’s action or inaction: It hurts the White supremacist’s feels.
No wonder they’re ridiculed so.
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
This is a special way of being afraid
And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
do an indecent impression of a magnet
𓅊 Ⳃ ⧸ 𑇬 𒄍⧸ ‱
hobbling hobbits. metronymphomania.
and now, The Nine Inch Nails—
“Facts and opinions, though they must be kept apart, are not antagonistic to each other; they belong to the same realm. Facts inform opinions, and opinions, inspired by different interests and passions, can differ widely and still be legitimate as long as they respect factual truth. Freedom of opinion is a farce unless factual information is guaranteed and the facts themselves are not in dispute. In other words, factual truth informs political thought just as rational truth informs philosophical speculation”
just a little cleverity in the midst of sarcastrophe.
Arrows by any other do not sting as sweet.
it fine,, sceend worst
Began small and hard to watch.
As universal as limitation.
Some intrigue with entrapment, identifying moments audiences shift with recognition.
Altho eloquently and eminently parahaeceititial.
Exquisite likewise any enchantment glimmered limning pluralities of nescience.
Powerless to correct faults in maps that map their own terrain.
Ended happier than children ever stay.
Beter then noth—
“Ce n’est pas une banalna.”
THE PRESIDENT’S PERSISTENT AFFECTION for them notwithstanding, ratings have long outlived their usefulness. The Nielsen family grows less representative of the American media diet every day. The streaming giants do not need ads, for which the number of eyes on a screen set the price; they need subscriptions. The social media giants need engagement to mine your data. The news media needs a lifeline. It is increasingly less likely that any particular person deliberately watches a show so much as they allow a variety of images and texts to wash over them. I find it hard to imagine anybody, even the kind of anybody whose job it is to do so, turning on the TV and giving their undivided attention to the Republican National Convention.
I had an uncle who was one of those adults who liked to tell whining children that only boring people get bored. I bristled at this as a kid and still do. The convention was boring because the people who made it are boring, even if they also happen to be dangerous. Having insisted upon as much of an in-person event as possible, most of the speeches were given on the same stage in Charlotte filled with American flags. Speaker after speaker painted a picture of America that was not entirely inaccurate: rioting, protests, fury at the police, and feckless Democratic mayors incapable of bringing peace. They offered an alternative path, one where nobody can get an abortion, where so-called law and order prevails, and where Twitter and Facebook are not allowed to ban someone just because they promote antisemitic conspiracy theories. Trump warned that the left would prevent this all by somehow forcing Biden to install “radical judges” and as a result the American Dream would die. If that was what these people saw in their sleep, I thought, I hope we all wake up soon.
Trump’s first speech, mercifully brief compared to the one he gave on the final night, outlined the agenda for the rest of his campaign. He swore that mail-in ballots would be illegitimate, praised the enthusiasm of his base, and gloated about nearly starting a war with Iran. “We are going to fully fund law enforcement and hire more police,” he promised, which is in fact a point of commonality between the two campaigns even if they plan on spending the fall denying that the other means it. After Trump accepted the nomination on the first day, “Y.M.C.A.” by the Village People poured out of the speakers. Young man, pick yourself off the ground Victor Willis sang as an authoritarian septuagenarian walked away, his face briefly obscured by a WOMEN FOR TRUMP sign. There is a certain critical tendency, the same that catches on every moment of baldfaced hypocrisy, that would see incongruity in choosing this song for a gathering of racist homophobes. But fascist America, like America in general, has rarely had a problem with absorbing the cultural output of those it seeks to destroy. A banger is a banger even if it is gay and black.
The most coherent parts of the pageantry were delivered by the representatives of the anti-choice and petite bourgeoisie wings of the party. The Catholic nun and Abby Johnson, an anti-choice activist in big pearls and, in place of an American flag pin, a gleaming 1972, in honor of the last good year, before Roe v. Wade, were clear about what they wanted—a restriction on the right to abortion specifically and on women’s ability to participate in political life generally. The small business owners who felt “under assault from shutdowns” and “riots” needed order, a miracle cure and labor discipline. The couple invited for no reason other than that they pointed a rifle and a pistol at black people outside of their suburban mansion said that “Marxist liberals” were intent on “ending single-family zoning” and “defunding police.” The category error in the nomenclature aside, they are more or less correct. Their solution was to wave guns around. “What you saw happening to us could just as easily happen to you” is perhaps the right’s response to “it can’t happen here,” but the limits of this solidaristic second person are pretty obvious. It is hard for me to see myself on the grounds of a midwestern palazzo, fearful, furious, my finger dancing around a trigger, the barrel of my gun sweeping over a crowd of black people likewise fearful, furious and chanting the names of the dead. The night was not made to indulge my fantasies.
Over the four days of the convention it became harder to focus on what anybody was saying or doing. CNN’s Wolf Blitzer and S.E. Cupp joined pundits like John Podhoretz in praising the effectiveness and production value of the propaganda, which made me wonder whether they had seen the kind America has produced in the past. Frank Capra and John Ford made propaganda. Tony Scott had to give Tom Cruise his iconic role in Top Gun because Matthew Modine thought it too propagandistic. We have never lacked for fine craftsmen of dirty lies. Here the key light was so strong on Mike Pence in a video highlighting Trump’s effect on ordinary people that viewers, accustomed to Hollywood productions capable of executing basic three-point lighting, thought he was speaking in front of a green screen. No conspiracy is needed where incompetence will do.
These bizarre interludes to repetitive speeches competed for attention with what was happening beyond the pageant halls. Kenosha continued to burn in the wake of the police shooting Jacob Blake in the back, and then Kyle Rittenhouse, 17-year-old former cadet and Blue Lives Matter supporter, opened fire, too. The link was obvious because everything has been strikingly obvious for some time now. Someone unearthed a TikTok Rittenhouse had recorded from the front row of a Trump rally months ago. The speaker at the podium shouts “record levels, record for African-Americans, record for Latinos, sixty-five-year high for females. This president doesn’t preach. He gets it done.” This was the same line that a shockingly high number of black speakers—a football player, a politician, a lawyer—offered in Charlotte. African-Americans should not be held captive to a party that has failed them; rather, they should side with the party responsible for the best times of their lives. The Republicans, like the Democrats, would describe some part of the years 2012–2020 as the high water mark in black American life. There are ways in which that is true, but that is not a high bar to clear. There is, of course, another way to read those years. They were years of near constant protest, disruption and uprisings. They could be characterized by the formation of a white supremacist movement emboldened first by the presence of a black president and then of one whose administration has winked, nodded and prodded them along. “You have the right to bear arms, especially when you look at a Portland,” Trump informed his supporters the day before two people were shot dead by one of them. This President doesn’t preach.
When dealing with people who do not preach I prefer to read them plainly. Years ago I interviewed the director Cristian Mungiu when his 2012 film Beyond The Hills was being released in New York. Known for a highly choreographed, sparingly plotted form of realism, he told me that he did not believe there was such a thing as metaphor in cinema. On the screen things are what they are. Is has no transmutative power like it does in language. If her eyes are diamonds it’s because there are diamonds there. It is true enough that I often repeat the principle. It is definitely true in political television. There is less of a need to read the feints and sleights of hand than to just look and listen. The black man who flashed his pearly whites, and slipped between them his anger at anarchists tearing up our cities and black people “not being trusted to speak for themselves,” was not a metaphor. He is Kentucky’s Attorney General and he has within his power the ability to oversee a serious investigation into the killing of Breonna Taylor. There he was speaking for himself, railing against “the politics of identity, cancellation and mob rule.” People are dead, his state is racked with grief and fury, and he smiled and inveighed against cancellation. Certainly a fear made for television.
Toward the end of the convention the only good TV currently airing was suspended. The Milwaukee Bucks attempted to forfeit their playoff match against the Orlando Magic in protest of the events in Kenosha. Other teams followed suit, and the restarted NBA was indefinitely postponed due to a wildcat strike. The action was infectious. WNBA players, MLB players, and MLS players struck. Naomi Osaka struck and brought the tennis world to a halt. Jared Kushner sneered in response. The cancellation of your ratings rival is typically a good thing, but the story was so unbelievable until the moment it happened that speeches paled in comparison. Conventions happen every four years, but wildcat strikes have been illegal since 1935. As the party faithful well know, there is little else like seeing people flaunt the law and get away with it.
The strike withered, but it highlighted the real undercurrent of the Republican Convention: to anyone psychically invested in the velvet glove of normal life, we are already in the throes of an insurrection that must be stamped out. We are nearing the end of a summer that taught us nothing is inviolable, not precincts and not the promise that black people will entertain us to the bitter end. Republicans know that what has been unleashed will not be pacified easily. Pat Lynch, the head of the NYPD union, gave a speech castigating the left and the Democrats and all but swearing fealty to Trump. The congressional Democrats who embarrassingly kneeled in kente cloth were featured in a video roll call of radicalism alongside the DSA and toppled Confederate statues. Riots have become so commonplace that there was little mention of the one that happened in Minneapolis this week. Millionaire athletes are accidentally starting sectoral strikes through the mere suggestion of refusal. These are not the kind of antagonisms resolved by counting votes.
There is a passage in Elfriede Jelinek’s Greed that I kept thinking about, whenever somebody said “law and order” or when Mike Pence invoked the “thin blue line.” In the novel a young woman is believed to have been murdered, and something is being pulled from the lake near town. “Because something is as big as a human being doesn’t mean it has to be one,” Jelinek writes of the thoughts of the people charged with the grim task, but “the men know what it looks like is probably what it will be.” I kept asking myself: what does this look like? Production value aside, it was a hymn to the Right and to the right to protect private property—with the police if possible, and on your own if necessary. A woman does not have the right to an abortion. It would be better if she were at home after a long day running a regional coffee shop chain, carefully loading a gun alongside her husband in case protesters made their way past the gates of her community. It is a strange but familiar politics, more plainspoken every day. As Hurricane Laura approached the Gulf Coast, I remembered reading about how in the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927, when the levees had nearly burst, white men forced black workers at gunpoint to lay down and use their bodies to plug the holes so that the white townsfolk would have more time to evacuate. If you have ever seen the river you know that there is nothing that will hold it back, especially not something as frail as flesh. I thought of these things because they make do without metaphor. A person is a person, a body is a body, not something else. These politicians promised what they promised. The only thing that made it hard to parse was their insistence on performing to an empty room. They frequently failed to cut away immediately after the end of a speech, meaning that the camera would linger on what should have been a thunderous conclusion. Instead there was silence. We have seen the fascist stoking and stoked by a roiling mob. This was more like watching them rehearse in a bedroom mirror all wild-eyed and brimming with violence, but slightly pathetic. In light of this it was smart for Trump to give his speech in front of real people. What’s a fascist without a crowd? A lone wolf, I guess. There seem to be more of those every day.
I. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that when a 36-year-old writer is asked on a network news show about the Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community particularly in regard to the Well-Known Preponderance of Homosexuals in the Arts she replies that if you removed all of the homosexuals and homosexual influence from what is generally regarded as American culture you would be pretty much left with Let’s Make a Deal.
II. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that on New Year’s Eve Day a 36-year-old writer takes a 31-year-old photographer to get a chest X-ray and listens to him say with what can only be described as a certain guarded hope, ‘’Maybe I just have lung cancer.’’
III. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 36-year-old writer has a telephone conversation with a dying 41-year-old book editor whom even the most practiced verbal assassin has called the last of the Southern gentlemen and hears him say in a hoarse whisper, ‘’I’m sorry but I just hate old people. I look at them and think, ‘Why don’t you die?’ ‘’
IV. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that an aspiring little avant-garde movie director approaches a fairly famous actor in a restaurant and attempts to make social hay out of the fact that they met at Antonio’s and will undoubtedly see each other at Charles’s and Antonio’s and Charles’s are not parties and Antonio’s and Charles’s are not bars and Antonio’s and Charles’s are not summer houses in chic Tuscan towns - Antonio’s and Charles’s are funerals.
V. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 36-year-old writer is on the telephone with a 38-year-old art director making arrangements to go together the following morning to the funeral of a 27-year-old architect and the art director says to the writer, ‘’If you get there first sit near the front where we usually sit and save me the seat on the aisle.’’
VI. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 24-year-old ballet dancer is in the hospital for 10 days following an emergency appendectomy and nobody goes to visit him because everyone is really busy and after all he’s not dying or anything.
VII. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 36-year-old writer takes time out at a memorial service for the world’s pre-eminent makeup artist and a man worth any number of interesting new painters to get angry because the makeup artist’s best friend and eulogist uses a story that she has for years been hoarding for her book which she can’t write anymore anyway unless she writes it as a historical novel because it’s about a world that in the last few years has disappeared almost entirely.
VIII. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 36-year-old writer runs into a 34-year-old painter at a party and the painter says to the writer that he is just back from Los Angeles and he says with some surprise that he had a really good time there and he asks why does she think that happened and says it’s because New York is so boring now that Los Angeles is fun in comparison and that’s true and it’s one reason but the real reason is that they don’t know the people who are dying there.
IX. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 36-year-old writer has dinner every night for 11 nights in a row with the same 32-year-old musician while he waits for his biopsy to come back because luckily for her she is the only one he trusts enough to tell.
X. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that a 36-year-old writer trying to make plans to go out of town flips through her appointment book and hears herself say, ‘’Well, I have a funeral on Tuesday, lunch with my editor on Wednesday, a memorial service on Thursday, so I guess I could come on Friday, unless, of course, Robert dies.’’
XI. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that when the world’s most famous artist dies of complications following surgery at the age of 61 it doesn’t seem like he really died at all - it seems like he got off easy.
XII. The Impact of AIDS on the Artistic Community is that at a rather grand dinner held at a venerable New York cultural institution and catered by a company famous for the beauty of its waiters a 39-year-old painter remarks to a 36-year-old writer that the company in question doesn’t seem to employ as many really handsome boys as it used to and the writer replies, ‘’Well, it doesn’t always pay to be popular.’’
THE IMPACT OF AIDS ON THE ARTISTIC COMMUNITY
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I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING LOTS OF FUN IN TRYING TO CATCH ME
Sound like anyone you know? Run away.
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