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   The giant looked down at the four of us shaking with fear in the palm of his hand. He suddenly dropped us next to the balloon, leapt on to the nearby hills and raised himself to his full height. The light flickered and crawled and danced around his body. He lifted his arms to the sky. “This makes me so damned mad I could scream!!”, he screamed. “The Mighty Wurlitzer was just a cog in the Red Menace propaganda machine that worked for decades. The McCarthy witch hunts took your country to the edge of tyranny. The whole damned opera of Evil Communism was a cruel joke. The communist countries that threatened you were dictatorships. Dictators threatened you, not Communism. Where did the idea of Communism come from in the first place? It was an attempt to answer the horrors of capitalism run amuck and the only time it threatened the great seat of capitalism in the good ol’ USA was during the great depression which was brought on by capitalism run amuck. Then your masters had the fear of God rammed up their asses. It was enough for them to allow real unions and a real living wage and a real middle class and for a few years you had a decent life, retirement, education, healthcare and the fantasy of the American Dream. Do you remember that time? It’s gone now, back to where it belongs as far as your masters are concerned, nothing more than a pipe dream in the mind of some long-gone troublemaker.”

   I had had enough. I was sick of all this bullying. “Just candles on the shit cake of humanity? You’re no better than that God damned centipede!”