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Exit Sandman
By David Glenn Cox Exit Sandman, as in Nick Sandman. The obnoxious braying overprivileged sixteen-year-old turned…
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In the Streets of Mission Control
By David Glenn Cox People are a lot like pottery in that once you break them,…
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Discover to Yourself
By David Glenn Cox Loose lips sink Republican ships. Lips once anxious to operate are now…
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The Only Final Sin
By David Glenn Cox “Whaa!” Somebody needs to call the Whaa! mbulance. Republicans are dropping like…
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The Echo of a Noise
By David Glenn Cox A high-water mark has been reached and we are now approaching critical…
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We Don’t Interrupt the Following Program
By David Glenn Cox The committee continues to prick the countries attention and consciousness with superior…
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The Nervous Energy of the Accused
By David Glenn Cox It’s been interesting watching Steve Bannon backed into a corner. He’s the…
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Atlantis of the Sands
By David Glenn Cox It is difficult sometimes when the story lines get trampled down and…
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If I Had One, I’d Love to Show it Off
By David Glenn Cox It’s all in how you look at things I suppose, strict is…
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The Time of Things We Put Away
By David Glenn Cox The munchkins begin to appear cautiously from behind the shrubbery. To investigate…
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