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And WTF do you mean by where did the compassion go? What ever happened to "wave to your neighbor" of "help to fix a flat tire on the expressway."
It sounds like you are pining for some kind of suburban happy land. I'm sure those places do exist around the country; small towns scattered here and there. But not all of us like that kind of contact. Such familiarity also erodes at your privacy to have people watching for you to leave your house, and checking up on what you are doing. I value what little privacy I have and I like to know that when I'm masturbating in used napkins to Asian porn at 3AM I don't have some nosey neighbor looking through my windows worried that my house is being burgaled because some lights are on.
I vaguely remember a George Carlin skit from the early '90s decrying the overuse of victimhood, especially the idea of innocent victims. There are no innocent victims; your birth certificate is proof of your guilt.
Damn, your post really got me excited.
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You know something, I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here.
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