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Breaking: Entire Nation Experiencing Collective Amnesia About Iraq War
In the first documented case of total national amnesia, the population of the United States of America appears to have completely forgotten the events leading up to the invasion and subsequent occupation of the nation of Iraq
By Caitlin Johnstone

Experts, who were initially made aware of the unprecedented phenomenon by the shocking amount of public support for cruise missile attacks against the Syrian government, are baffled.

“It’s like the entire Iraq war never happened,” said Dr. Davinder Easwaran of Oxford University. “The false flags, the propaganda against the nation’s leader, the lies about weapons of mass destruction, the immediate full-throated support by mainstream media outlets for regime change — they appear to have forgotten the entire thing ever happened, and are now reacting to the Syrian situation as though we did not watch this exact same scenario play out in the exact same way between 2002 and 2003.”

Conversations with resident Americans seem to corroborate Easwaran’s claims.

“I’m just glad our president is finally doing something, you know?” said Todd Chen of San Jose, California. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well I mean obviously if he’s gassing his own people, Assad needs to be taken out,” said Sally Beaton of Memphis, Tennessee. “I’d support a direct military invasion to topple his regime, wherein the Syrian people would surely greet our troops as liberators.”

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“The Devil’s Own”  Part 7: The Badlands

Synopsis: A WinterWidow fic. Bucky has started to remember your past, and found you at your favorite club. Now in your hotel room, you begin to tell him what you know.

The Winter Soldier x Reader (Black Widow)


Present Day


Bucky followed you closely, out of the club, across the street, into the hotel, and up to your room. You unlocked the door with your key card, Room 325. Odd, you thought, stopping and looking at the door number. You’d been in room 325 on that fateful New Year’s Eve, thirteen years before.


“Room 325.” Bucky said under his breath. You froze. Did he remember? You turned to him, your brow arched, your back against the door. “I remember a different night, with the same room number.” He explained calmly. He leaned forward, his face inching towards yours, and you drew in a breath, but he only reached around you, twisting the knob and swinging the door open. You took a step backward into the dark room, turned, flicked on the light, and tossed your purse onto the table.


Bucky surveyed the room. It was nice; a queen bed in the middle with a soft white comforter and two pillows, dark red curtains on the window leading to the balcony, and an armoire against the wall disguising a large television. True to form, you had the armoire closed, creating a clean and streamlined, almost ageless look in the space. This struck you; it could have been now, or it could have been 2003, you would never know by looking at your surroundings.


“Why do you even have an hotel room? The tower isn’t far.” He asked you. He stood in the entry, broad shoulders filling the space, seemingly not knowing where he should go or what he should be doing.


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