For lunch, I had pasta made by illegal slave labor in Mexico, and sausage culled from little piglets who were not even old enough to know they were being slaughtered. I then drove to work in my gas guzzling SUV while talking on my cell phone with my stock broker about how well my stock is doing after the OIL company I own massive amounts of stock in is now free to kick out any indigenous people that are taking up space on preciously potential oil land.
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EAT THAT HIPPIE!! Heh Heh Heh Hippie.
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