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In twenty years, this is going to be my death panel. I'd better have my shit together by then. I should be in pretty good shape physically. I will have been conscripted into a wind-farm turbine factory, I'm sure, and will have been subsisting on the state-mandated vegan diet, of course. And my spare time will be varied and stimulating, what with "volunteering" at the abortion clinic and weekend mosque duty.

You know, this living-in-fear thing could be kind of fun! I'm gonna go find Michael Steele.