(Composed after picking up 17 masks littered on the ground on a 4-mile run, then watching the near-automatons at the station bump into each other, then seeing a literal station employee, complete with hi-vis yellow vest and on the clock at work, block a walkway to crouch down and play a “Candy Crush,” Tetris-type mobile game on his cell phone as people were forced to walk around him)
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As I look out across the largely special needs population that is most of the world, I gotta wonder: Where is it all going?
Probably in circles. Spiraling upward? Doubtful.
Still, to those that break free and see with their own eyes, hope is never lost.
All it takes is a critical mass of non-compliance, knowledge, and the love of life to implode their snake-oil empire.
And love is the foundation.
Voluntary Japan 
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