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There Are Weapons That Are Simply Thoughts. For The Record, Prejudices Can Kill And Suspicion Can Destroy.

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There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn't There When The Lights Are On.

It Is Difficult To Produce A Television Documentary That Is Both Incisive And Probing When Every Twelve Minutes One Is Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits Singing About Toilet Paper.