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I read about halfway through. Didn't feel it was going anywhere. Was there a point other than "Tony, better watch your back?".
It's the easiest thing in the world to use circumstantial antecdotes to form a nebulous cloud of doubt about some mysterious organization with a secret agenda. Are they saying one Sunday morning we'll all wake up and turn on the TV and find that (horrors!) everyone is racing on oval tracks owned by Roger Penske and his minions?
I'm not convinced. As Emfa says, "I read it, now what?"
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