TERMINAL IRONY If just when big corporations finally manage to drive the people back down into ignorant servitude, the biosphere collapses from their tons of waste in the air, land and sea and all life goes extinct; then is smoggy Earth the last dying cell in this moribund cosmic body, or is it only me at eighty one?

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