It's not just a few coffins anymore. Stacks of them are appearing across the American landscape. Your box is waiting for you to fill it.
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Yes, I know that your farmer has such a kind expression when he fills your trough. You refuse to believe the slaughterhouse truck will arrive someday to take you away to be ground into hamburger but you are wrong, sheeple. That's your whole purpose.