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I remember I took the Amtrack down from Portland, the Starland Express I think the name was. 12 hours, a relatively straight shot and most of it passed through at night. My stop was the burbs of a smaller town. It was for the most part very open country. The scale of destruction Mr. Rothschild or whoever seem to need will apparently touch every person here. I feel like a sitting duck. I would say everyone might quit working this moment, to stop feeding this machine that kills, but of course people understand that some of their jobs at least are really quite important for day to day life. But really, what do we have to fight this with? I live in NO, (my normy contacts think I am but contrary and pessimistic) but NO is far from enough it seems. And NO is not a good place to live. I didn't used to be so.

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