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Where The Hell Is Chad?

Most Days I Feel Like The Sole Survivor Of A Shipwreck, Rowing My Paddleboat Across A Sea Of People On Waves Made Of An Infinite Array Of Hands And Crests That Reveal Anonymous Faces. On A Good Day, The Clouds Part To Alight On-lo And Behold-an Island! I Step Ashore, Only Find That It Too Is Made Of People, Mangled Bodies Somehow Still Alive. They Grab At My Feet, Pulling Me Under Like Quicksand. The Last Thing I See Before Suffocating Is The Sky, A Billion Eyes Staring Down, Blinking In Undulating Electric Ripples. The Cold Rain I Feel On My Cheeks Is The Tears Of The People.

The Great Silent Majority.

An Important Measure Of Our True Commitment To Environmental Quality Is Our Dedication To Protecting The Wilderness And Its Inhabitants. We Must Recognize Their Ecological Significance And Preserve Them As Sources Of Inspiration And Education. And We Need Them As Places Of Quiet Refuge And Reflection.

It Is Necessary For Me To Establish A Winner Image. Therefore, I Have To Beat Somebody.