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As a species, we like to hunt and kill one another, it seems. So be it. I admit I am who I am because of what my species does, regardless of the percentage of us who wouldn’t hurt a fly but would call in an air strike without hesitation.
Or kill formerly caged wild beasts, reliving our nomadic hunter-gatherer days once again for 15 5.352 seconds of Internet video fame.
But back to statistics. Here are two more data points worth considering:
Next up, give me that oldtimey religion – a word about archaeology and a word about modern belief structures.
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Thanks to Miranda and staff at Beauregard’s, Eric Mc and staff at Chili’s.
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To the Saboteur Squad, you know which solar manufacturers to target – the ones doing the dumping. Proceed.
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