VICTORY Then the business economy outflanked its enemy and settled the schism with so-called "socialism" by serving the traders' call for yet another shopping mall, co-opting both Left and Right for ten thousand points of light, so filthy rich on planetary loot the tree of life is sick at the root on bio-chemical solutions from fabricating institutions who minimize all diversity to maximize the profitability of more and more merchandise for this swelling techno-paradise of commercially correct distinction, ever growing our mass unknowing march to self-extinction.

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