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oh no! is this divine punishment for leaving the lotus feet - having the agonizingly embarrassing experience of seeing this stuff in the cold light of day and realizing there is a good probability you were a member of that completely stunned audience? aaaaghhhh - that yada guy is right - how could I have been such a dumb schmuk? I've decided on hiding behind everyone else and calling it mass hallucination - well, aided by some (rather badly) orchestrated theatre. Look at the first clip, just a few seconds in how he pastes that smile on. It explains the dislocation you feel when you meet up with the miserable bastard in other contexts.
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