January 8. Forest in 'ruthless' pursuit of women's success – Johnson

 

How long must we stand aside and let these barbaric parasites blight our world? Now the truth can be told, as more and more old school organisations banish the fact checkers and let us speak our truth. For every hugger there is a victim, every druid there is a curse. The playwright warned us back in the day, with his now maligned and reinterpreted tale of woodland consciousness and insurgent urges, their magnetic hypnotic hold over the young idealistic minds as poisonous as those elders with little left to lose. To those legacy nature lovers I say this, where are your mothers now? Where are your sisters? Thank God for free speech and the smell of a musky messiah in the morning.

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