9.16.2008

How It Was We Were Enslaved

When the poppy is lanced, it weeps opium, leaving tear stains on the cheeks of the bulb of death. The tears of opium are collected, processed, refined and finally infused into the bloodstreams of millions, whose suffering and human tears finance our enemies.
-Michael Yon, Death In The Corn (http://ping.fm/Aos8d)

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