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	<title>Comments on: Woman Goes Postal, Kills Six, Self</title>
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		<title>By: Elmo</title>
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		<description>Back in the day ..... I was a pizza pilot in Babylon (Santa Barbara). Postal shootings were not unheard of then. On one occasion, I did deliver a pie to the Goleta facility. You could just feel it in the air. Something wrong. Something dark. Something tangible. Whether borne of a career as a functionary in a giant faceless bureaucracy, management, or some collective hypnosis. The foreboding was pronounced and never left me. My visit to the interior of the facility lasted no more than five minutes.</description>
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