The clouds came crashing back in last night, accompanied by warnings from the weather wizards. Dire predictions of chaos breaking loose, children and the elderly being killed by the elements. Turned out to be all for naught.
As I ponder the feeds burning in this morning, I notice it's back to bread and circuses. Award shows, and television spies are all the rage apparently. The government is free to lie and drop bombs on the heads of children, but it's television producers which must watch what they put on the magic box.
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