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Is anyone more given to slippery, specious rhetoric and empty, treacly platitudes than politicians and the hippie “activists”-slash-entertainers of yore?

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I keep on having these dreams about my dad. Although, upon closer inspection, it seems that the dreams are actually about some self-conscious shame that I did not grieve enough over my dad’s death, that, in a sense, my unconscious has never fully accepted or even acknowledged my dad’s death.