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Future 🇺🇸 American Citizens:

I’ll give it to you straighter than anyone else. I did what I could but no one wants to listen to someone who suggests hard work and decades long projects, deconstructing the hegemonic constructs of caucasian masculine heterocisnormative supremacy, and pulling the mad extremes of society away from the brink that has shattered what was once an epic nation of myth and legend.

We spread a myth of our beneficence around the world and at home while ravaging peoples we didn’t like, and those catastrophic forces were unleashed after the tragic campaigns that destroyed any semblance if decorum and democratic method.

I pray you’re learning Mandarin or a couple Indian languages — Gujarati and Bengali, and perhaps Arabic, so you can emigrate to where the jobs are. Guangzhou is brutal, but if your employer lets you keep your passport, you might be able to visit the SAR a few days, at least until ’47.

I’m sorry that your folks and mine got us into this mess. I don’t know what can be done now thanks to the controls FedGov is putting on remittances and how damned hard it is to get health care despite Obama’s go at it..

Sorry.

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Future Calicascadian youth:

Heyyy. Um.. Hey.

List-list. Listen up. Put down the toke.

And the cookie.

And the supersoda.

Look, look. Sorry you need this to deal, but.. hey! At least you got these to deal with! We did something right? huh?

huh?

Heynuh-uh. None of the feel happy stuff. Only when I see my shrink to deal with the traumas do I touch MMD.. MDM.. whatever.

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Young Tr — istanis:

You’re living in the worst country in the

[BRAM BRAM RAKATAKATAK]