... and the clocks were striking thirteen. REFUSE TO BE AFRAID. Free yourself. Dream.
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More and more the ol' U.S. of A. seems like a cross between 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 - Where's Simon Jester or V when you need them? This little spot on the 'Net is meant as a place to explore ways to carve out what freedom we can in this nanny-government, corporate Big Brother world - and enjoy the bread and circuses along the way. Me? I'm a simple writer and editor from New Jersey who lives quietly in the woods. Yes, Virginia, there are trees in New Jersey.
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