Code breaking from my Telegram channel , where it goes to 11. A thread in answer to the question, “ What to do with this ‘white supremacy’ we see everywhere? ” Fight the Dragon. Join my Telegram channel: https://t.me/fencingbearatprayer . If you came here from Telegram, you will find backstory on my battle with the Dragon in the archives ! Advanced Dragon training is ongoing in the Dragon Common Room .
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