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Sources confirm that Kevin Terry, a 42-year-old commercial pilot with a wife and two teenage daughters, is complicit in all of it and needs to wake up.
According to friends and neighbors of Terry, a non-disruptive pawn deeply rooted in unjust systemic circuitry who helps to indoctrinate those around him into the hegemonic system of beliefs simply by living and breathing and stepping out his front door, he pitches in a town team softball league and makes a “mean yellow curry.”
“We’re almost out of orange juice,” said the unconscionable cog. “I’ll go get more tomorrow.”
Sources indicate that the passive participant in global oppression enjoys ice fishing, married his high school sweetheart, and is utterly unaware that every time he goes to pick up his kids from school or eats a sandwich, he is replicating a toxic ideology.
“Another flat tire,” said an exasperated Terry, mindlessly adding another drop to the bucket that is our deplorable system. “Just my luck. I should call Anne to tell her I’ll be late.”
Terry, who used to read his daughters bedtime stories and teach them by example to become part of the problem, plays guitar and sings in a bluegrass jam every Thursday night at the local bar. “Does anyone here know ‘Paradise’ by John Prine?” asked the amoral patsy, silently consenting to evil. “Sing along if you know the words.”
“This one goes out to my beautiful wife,” added the brainwashed drone. “I love you so much.”
At press time, the freethinkers of the world unanimously decided that Terry is too complicit to even bother with anymore.
