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Last Few Words: There was a moral giant whose moniker was the Great Soul. A trail blazer, one who walked the talk, one who was simple not simple-minded, one who, through a revolutionary idea of non-violence, achieved independence for his people at a time when echoes of the World War were still being heard and another Cold War was in the making. Now, a political pygmy parrots the talk of his customized counterparts, mindlessly mouthing the manic message of gloom and doom due to nebulous nightmarish nihilists and pouring billions of dollars worth of precious finances down the offensive defense tube while ignoring the monumental, long-standing problems of a majority of the population that is still beset by myriad and daily problems due to corruption, lack of infrastructure, lack of opportunities, lack of education, lack of security due to societal ills, lack of medical assistance, lack of transparency and plain lack of a future. The Great Soul would have been aghast by the fact that his peaceful independence movement has now degenerated into a race to armed dependence and decadence for a minority elite but a desolate and dreary despondence for the majority of underlings.

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