All these years they walked among us pretending to understand how economies work, pretending to be seasoned analysts of costs and benefits, pretending to have learned from the great genocides, and pretending to respect free expression, informed consent and bodily autonomy.
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the clay analogy is being kind... i could think of other lumps of "stuff"
They're lumps of clay, alright. And their masters haven't molded them into anything beautiful, worthwhile, or inspiring. They have remained distorted lumps under their masters tender machinations.