HOW'S YOUR 'PROPAGANDA STREAMING'?


  
Sometimes, if rarely, there's Truth In The Noise...More often, there's Deceit in the Quietude...When Humans gather, in large raucous, leaping numbers... the machinations of Control are obfuscated by persistent flashing lights and blaring electronica......just the smallest percentage of humans view their millimeter-deepest, inward meditations....if any...and, even when they do,  usually seek the nodding company of others to 'join them' in the substantiation  of  their uncertainty, if only by the thick, hardened timbers of Religiosity and collusive, mutually-reinforcing Ideations.

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