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    When Hate Reigns (Inaugural Day)

    Inaugural day. The crowd gathers; people clamor as Hate steps up to the podium. He is calm, collect. The weather is cool, brisk. The people are excited and alive from the commemoration. Hate is poised over the calamity of noise as onlookers stare up at Him in awe. Tall, almost elegant with His grand gestures. His voice thunders in everyone’s head. He speaks: “People! People! I am here today before you as a symbol of a new beginning that is about to take place. We are on the threshold of a new era, an era free from the destruction of obscenity; the infestation of affectivity. At the forefront of this…