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If I accept that I'm unique do I have to give up the idea that I'm special? Have to, should, right, wrong. Go in there and fight for your right not to fight. Tell me again how Shakespeare is better than Bugs Bunny? Wait, I'm confused. And then the clouds opened on a hill with sheep and a picnic, we had sex (not with the sheep!) and walked back to the car holding hands. In other parts of the world they just open fire on buses, killing twenty at a time and taking their money. Or they blow the buses (and themselves) up, no robbery motive. Here, they (we) seek recognition, dialogue, attention, by attempting to remain as hidden as possible. It's why we lost Vietnam and will lose any guerrilla war -- we see ourselves and are terrified. We started that. We still live it. Movies, for example. OK, village explainer, next stop West Four. Red gatorade, huh? Wheatgrass scent fills the car. Rain on the seat. Umbrella filled with hole-punch snow makes your practical joke a happening. Velour jumpsuits and Mondays always bring me seasonally adjusted economic indicators. That is a familiar hello. That is another compliant complaint. Whom would you like to dick around today? International community grows restless, praises the good loser. Demographics say his time is coming back. The big if.