A gentle reminder that paragraph breaks
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are your friend.
In some far off time in the past, when writers of speculative fiction had no PC thought police, and everything was fair game, that there was a story written about this fair land.
In that story, manifold immigrants and purveyors of aberrant lifestyles ran amok within the borders, bemoaning and wailing in courts about ‘their rights’.
One day, as the story went, the nation had a spasm of insanity. For 24 hours and 1 minute, the entire nation, as if on cue, turned on the manifold and the purveyors, declaring an ‘open season’, which ceased with greater speed than the ceasefire at the end of World War One. The story closed with the nation retiring for the evening, as dusk fell, with the only light to behold being the funeral pyres for the slain.
That story was written shortly after World War 2, when the Communists, in THIS nation, were still legally arrested, tried, convicted, and executed.
have a nice quiet federal union government sanctioned three day holiday, and don’t forget to buy that mattress, or car, and do not fly that flag, that a whole lot of my friends died for.