HELLO THERE Are you one of those lucky Americans gainfully employed by an omnivore corporation and thus concerned about the environment? Please then donate to these oh so gentle campaigns to save the wilderness with dedicated movements of tons of paper appeals for more dollars that actually rescue, establish and insulate from factory floors and family services each cozily computed professional sanctuary for politically corrected right livelihood whose chronic optimism demurs to offend the species source of each info-sheltered, trust-imprinted ego ascending high above any clear-cut issue of impending global ecocide, deaf to frantic voices hoarse from warning the flood of billions of ravenous humans continuously dumping megatons of toxic waste is a cancer that absolutely will die with its host, all such doom-tainted metaphor so labeled another wacko fringe by madman Kazinsky's counter-production of more loyal technoids joining the multi ring media circus act of carefully disguising their own madness by censoring the fact we all soon will be self-condemned to extinction.

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