Thank you for the prep notes on today’s spectacle. It sounds gruesome enough that I’m glad to be emotionally guarded before wading into the details of today’s chapter of American Carnage 2020.
Since de Klerk, certain racist cunts who fancy themselves clever, when they feel the tide of history sweeping up their legs, try to divert the righteously enraged and active toward the strange fruit hanging in the branches and away from the trunk and the roots In order to protect the whole evil tree.
Bambi is just that sort of cunt.
Thank you for marking you self out, darling.
We’ll get to what it means for you in time.
I don't feel like apologising for anything I didn't do.
If I lived in America no way I'd be kneeling before anyone on earth.
Apologise to the non-White people in my street, in my old neighbourhood?
Like hell.
Most of them only arrived 'last week".
Most wouldn't even acknowledge my existence.
No English? they could've waved back to me.
I'd bow my head to the Queen, no one else.
If I lived in America and I had Black neighbours I would treat them the same as they treated me. They treat me as equal, I treat them as equal.
If I waved to them...[who wants the neighbours of
any race being too friendly and in your house all the time or at all? It usually ends in disaster]...and they waved back then we would be friends.
If I waved to them and they ignored me, then two can play the ignore game.
"Ignore, ignore", dance to the beat.
Best all and any neighbours stay on their own side of the dividing fence.
Never would I be kneeling before them in apology for anything I didn't do, even if that Democrat woman candidate for President told me to.
I am not Christopher Columbus, I don't even like boats much.
I wasn't a slave owner, if they wanted revenge for that I would direct them to the appropriate cemeteries.