If I could just survive the New World Order I know I'd be set for the next 5 years. That's until the "New and Improved" World Order comes. 10 years down the line a sticker will be added that reads, "40% more, free." But how free? Free for you and me in the land of liberty. Costing others dearly in India, Mexico, Uganda and Afghanistan. The price of freedom has just gone up. While the price of staple crops have just gone down, but in Brazil they starve. So as you drive down the streets of the free world, the pearls pulled from off the necks of the Arab nations rolling around in your gas tank, On your way to feast on the food reaped by the stoop labor of generations of Mexican migrant workers; you think about the cost then. A finite world, with finite resources. That's what it'll read when you take it up to the counter and the clerk scans the skew number.Birth sign: Aquarius
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