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   The Giant of the Atacama glowed like a lava pit in the night. He held us in his hand high above the desert floor. “What we have here, a handful of bugs? So whataya got?”

   “We’re friends of Boris!”, I stammered desperately. 
   “He sent us here to see you!”, Claudia exclaimed. 
   “Well, whatcha doin’ down that hole?”
   “We had a map!”, I blurted.
   “Sounds like as good of an excuse as any.”, boomed the giant. “Did ya get lost?” 
   “We saw the Mighty Wurlitzer!”, proclaimed Nanette.
   “We saw a bunch of morons floating in a river of shit!”, shouted Pat.
   “And giant mummies.”, I added looking at the giant skeptically.
   “And a giant centipede.”, Claudia finished quietly.
   “Giants to the right of ya, giants to the left of ya.”, smiled the giant.
   “We saw agony scrawled on the walls.”, I murmured.
   “And heard it echoing in the sounds of silence, no doubt.”, chuckled the giant. “And by the way, that river of shit those morons were floating in is a river of lies, kids and you’re floatin’ in it too. That stinkin’ tinker box, the Mighty Wurlitzer is drownin’ ya in bullshit, bullshit like 'We live in the greatest country in the world.’? The greatest country in the world ranks 38th in life expectancy, 33rd in child mortality, 21st in secondary education, 9th in freedom of the press and # 1 in people behind bars.”
   “We learned that the CIA bankrolled itself selling drugs.”, I offered.