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And when I was a teenager, we would find a quiet dirt road (what's that?) to smoke a joint. It really seems to me that we live in a much less free country than even in the eighties. Back then, Reaganism was mostly theory. Now it is fact. There are no more quiet dirt roads.
Everything is concrete and steel and franchises.
The soul has been sucked out of this country, and there is a cop looking over your shoulder, unless you are a guilty motherfucker that needs a cop looking over your shoulder, in which case you are allowed to do as you please.
What a sad, pathetic miserable excuse of a country we have become. You've got cancer? Fuck you.
You're hungry and can't afford to feed your family? Fuck you.
Your kid gets caught by crooked Birmingham cops with a few grams of drugs, and are beaten to an inch of their lives, they're gonna pay with the rest of their lives.
And we're going to continue to tax the poor when they buy groceries, so that we can let the wealthy deduct their federal taxes.
This state is corrupt and unfair. Must I be the one to point this out? Surely there is someone with fewer skeletons that can take on this task?
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