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What is buried in a column should make the front page the diversion of the hour still remains how we crucify on etiquette and murder what is offensive thank your new pariah will you accept what you have done will you help steady the nails along the palms that they impale feel the thorns on your scalp dig in while the lots are cast on your empty airwaves you've spoken out of turn again don't make them remember you spoken out of turn the truth is distraction is better ratings as our actions cease to matter words take their own lives as our children die in deserts sticks and stones watch the FCC do surgery slicing civil liberties so we all sleep soundly feed off the controversy pick up a torch and join in scream out your lungs so you don't ask questions the truth is distraction