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"All quiet on the set-Now, put your headsBack in to the sandAnd wait to hear your name called."The piss-poor defenseOf an army of yes menForce-fed a diet born of textual corruption.Oh, the horror!A grim thing to behold,Hanging by ourNecks from the bible belt.Let the words read"We bit the hand that feeds."Oh, the horror!We did this to ourselves.So, in our scramble toAvoid being the nail that is sticking out the mostWe seem to have left just a few things behind;Our sense of decency, some pieces of James Byrd.No matter what, don't look them in the eyes.This is the new hell.
