Right away someone half-heartedly groaned and tsk'd, so someone else clucked. Some people got up to leave. Couldn't handle another argument session. "That is NOT what this is," a stand-up-straight young black woman assured. "People can disagree without it being an argument." The room fell silent externally.
Our agers were taking a beating. Terrible things were happening "in reality" while money and other resources were being applied to "a public face" in media necessary to survive a "mainstream" that could navigate enemies on all sides.
"To whom and when and where?" Puffy-faced girls had pre-agreed as mission. This was a roomful of stories and experience. All the people in the room were committed to truth. The weight of collision of "worlds" was something crushing if we could not rise above impact "somehow".
As word of "war" filtered into the general population's minds and life-processing, there were those who were using that as permission to war against neighbor. Causes were motivating people to extremes.
Someone had put RoundUp in pet's drinking water. Someone had put abortion drugs in peoples' food. Someone had used old war materials to sicken new people. Someone had raped someone. Someone had chained people into a cellar and lit a fire!
We were poisoning ourselves into toxic environment and writing that off as well, it is a war.
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