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Last published Mon, Apr 23, 2018
Getting shot isn't fun. Figuring out you're dead because you spoke your mind and got shot by the very people who were supposed to protect your right to speak your mind... that's a special kind of pain. That's betrayal. And for so many people that's reality.
Note: I'm not trying to make light of the political situation in any country. If I offend you, then I am sorry.
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