What a game
we are playing? I tell you a story of my
childhood; it's true and I’m eyewitness of this episode. Once in a summer-night of
mid-nineteen-fifties, I woke up from my bed. A huge crowd of villagers were
carrying sticks, iron rods and whatever they got, brandishing, yelling and searching for the
thief, who was seen by a half-sleep and half-wakeup villager in the dark. They could not find
any. At last a body search of each and every person was made at the advice of
an elderly chief of the village. A man with a bundle of gold ornaments was
caught. The thief had mixedup himself in the dark and disturbed night of the
villagers. Before we cast our ballot we must identify the integrity and
reliability of each and every contestant of this election. God bless America!
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