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I would like to kill several people. I have fashioned Voodoo Dolls of these people, and I stick pins in them in them each morning, and I spend about ten minutes a day meditating on bad thoughts about them. I've gotten a few over the years also. (Or maybe their demise was a coincidence).
But I'm smart about it. I contain my thoughts and actions to the small makeshift Voodoo room I've set up in my basement. Nobody knows - because outwardly, I'm polite and kind to all - the Thought Police got nothing on me. Ha! Ha! Ha!
If a person is a closet racist, but he never articulates this, and his actions never reflect his racism, then society never knows he is a racist because there is no evidence of such. Once a person takes action, evidence emerges and it becomes a different matter.
We don't abandon our ideals simply because an idiot JOP in an Elvis costume falls short of fulfilling his sworn obligation of upholding them.
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