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| "Convention? Check!" Monogamy, gender roles. "Dependence? Check!" Mono-linguism, overspecialization, xenophobia. "Motivation? Check!" Greed, consumerism. "Ideology? Check!" Manifest destiny, evangelicalism. |
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| "Almost done." |
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| "Your passport!" "Ahem... payment please?" |
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| "Look out!" "Too late, he's got us!" "Aiee!" |
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| "He sure does!" |
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| "You look like fine young resources. With a little EDUCATION you could be quite valuable to me." |
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| "Whoaa!" "Come back soon!" |
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| "Aieeeeee!" "Hello again." "PROPAGANDA!?" |
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| Rescue mission complete, Mesus and Bad One cruised the skies investigating the vast sea of opportunity below them. What they saw shocked them... They followed one of the planes. |
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| There were a bunch of funnels, and thousands of planes. The plans were scouring the sea of opportunity and dumping the contents into huge funnels. "HELP!" |
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| They all led to one place... a huge metal ship carrying an ever hungry monster. It was Greed, gorging himself on the spoils of exploitation, incorporated. "Nom nom, more!" |
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| When last we left our heroes, they were floating adrift in the rough waters of opportunity. The same investigation that enabled them to break free of their stereotypes also revealed some vitally real flaws in their vessel, the S. S. Communism. |
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| Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! "Watch out!" |
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| Zoom! Zoom! "Whoa!" |
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| Zoom! Zoom! "I don't like the feeling of this." "Help us Mesus!" They could hear their fellow victims' fright. |
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| They squirmed their way to the top of the pile and climbed out and up. Bad One bit threw the rope when they reached the top. Mission Accomplished! |
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| Mesus and Bad One were sunning themselves on the deck... when they started to notice something. |
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| Leeches -- remnants of their trek through capitalism swamp. They were getting bigger. There was even one on Bad One's tail. They were stereotypes, the spawn of Television, the momma leech. Mesus tried to pull them off, but they just stretched. Stereotypes are not easily destroyed. |
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| Remembering the snakes of ignorance, Bad One took a closer look with his magnifying glass. Under scrutiny, the stereotypes started to smoke and smolder... then burst into flames. "Hooray!" |
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| But something else happened, too! Their ship caught fire. "HELP." "What'll we do now!?!" |
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| Free of ignorance, Mesus and Bad One could see the land of the free for what it really was: a leech infested swamp. There was no other way to go, so they trudged through hoping for the best. The big leeches were easy to avoid. |
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| They narrowly escaped their old acquaintance Propaganda, out joy riding the biggest leech of them all: Television. "Quick, hide!" |
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| "Look Mesus, a ship!" "We're saved!" |
