January 6 is our shame! This is what we produce? This shame? Why? Why, America? Why? You knew better! That day should not be lauded but mourned! This is your idea of freedom? Come on! Come on! What happened was nothing but shameful! We should be disgusted by their cruelty! The brave police saved us from such utter stupidity! Those riots are freedom? Excuse me while I laugh, or weep!
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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