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I laugh at myself. What is there to do but laugh  and gripe? In complaining we acknowledge our powerlessness to change our circumstances while insisting on our right to critique them, to assert that though we are impotent in the face of daily lifes insults, we can counterweight that impotence with protest. I laugh at myself. What is there to do but laugh and gripe? In complaining we acknowledge our powerlessness to change our circumstances while insisting on our right to critique them, to assert that though we are impotent in the face of daily lifes insults, we can counterweight that impotence with protest.
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