The madness of the ship going down with madmen and tyrants intoxicated with power manning the controls and all the passengers on board trying to stop it as the glaciers melt and the ice caps disappear and civilizations go under, the captain and his crew at the wheel steering into the inevitable storm brewing on the high seas with their gun sights aimed at the next island of gold and treasures, soon it will be all over.
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and all the bailing buckets have holes in them!
but they love and appreciate us, each and every one of us. i know it. they told me so, once upon a time, in a TV ad. nothing could be a more sacred truth, i hope.
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