There never was a Golden Age, a time much better than right now. But playing martyr 's all the rage: to think our world the garbage scow -- whose stinking mass forever grows. Lest you think that I'm saying these are times of pure and sweet repose, Please, let me put your mind at ease: These times are best. These times are worst. (To blatantly steal from Dickens.) This twist is just how we are cursed to shriek like that sky fall chicken.
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