I got a news flash for anyone that has no clue how quote:sxxt hole countries become this way ,as it requires a lot of help to get this way. Which there is noo shortage of, as communism is non-discriminatory to any race; despite the fact that cans have had a firm grasp on this since the days of slavery…. Not to mention that they are the driving catalyst, by which this abomidable phenomenon exists today in the largest economy in the World. That has plenty room on the ‘Good ship Lollypop’; for anyone whom can excercise a little selective discernment on cue and got big gas teeth that CAN obliterate an entire apple in one bite. As these countries might boast a low wage per capita, and little to no future for the inhabitants;but it’s a faar cry from a witches brew used to stock the meat of some’s daily stew. Prepared everyday by the members of the team; whom would rather sabatoge the livlihoods of their teammates to realize their pathetic dreams. In this land that was built on the backs of minorities… some of which STILL can’t stand. However, not because there isn’t enough… but because the hoarding of those whom suffer from the dibilitating effects of hyper anxiety for obvious reasons, are too busy hoarding stuff. N, as a result, THIS and OTHER countries continue to suffer… a little more everyday, because the one dimensional decisions of those not excercising common sense; make it that much tougher and a little more rougher than it even needs to be. Because, of a deep, ever-present , fear of what no one is even trying to see. Despite, the fact that many know better… but they just can’t resist that new cashmere sweater. However, it’s not until you go home to show it off, that you find that the once meager economy is non-existent and all hope is but lost. Although, the decisions made while upon that cruise, never quite seem to have anything to do with WHY the country had to loose. As I divided 40b by 5k, and came up with 8 million, but didn’t dare manipulate the equation any further in my head for fear of an anurism. Nevertheless, I want to say that I’m proud… of the way everyone responded to the historical challenge that unfortunately presented itself to this Country. As no-one could possibly ask for more than a hat trick on the dart board of life, which was met with the same difficulty as try to cut a 2 by 4 with a paring knife. Therefore, I want you all that contributed in this feat, to congradulate you’re self and rest easy. Because, being a POW is not all that bad, given the wonderful life most minorities have had in this country. As I recall a time about ten years ago, when my daily races were rather slow; that I visited a bar on the south side of Milwaukee; called the cleveland lounge. Which was around 6th and Oklahoma, where I worked as a school bus driver… yep, I’m pretty much a jack of all trades, but let me finish telling ya’ll about this hat trick before my aging memory starts to fade. As I used to gamble with darts… which is nothing new, but the way I used to win could never be comprehended by big teethed members of the crew. Whom would more that likely resort to pro darts carried around in a pouch, while cigarette would walk in and use them crooked-gassed, bar darts off the counter and sting you like a bee. Because, it was common for people to underestimate someone using these crude projectiles, which cigarette could hit the eye of a needle with , from well behind the line… and we all know I have no need to lie.
Nevertheless, this was a small gamble… five bucks, where my second to my last up I threw a hat trick and we watched the white horse gallop across the screen. Before the bartenders helper reminded me… you get a free drink, which was met with the scowl of the bartender whom didn’t anticipate serving up no double of paul. As she didn’t hesitate to tell the bartender to shut up, when he tried to rationalize…. Needless to say, I tossed it back, and my next at up I followed up with yet another, which turned my hat trick into a THAT trick that ended the game. Prompting me to take my 5 spot around the corner to the taco truck, where I ran into a hispanic whom looked new in town… as he struck me as a little tipsy and layed back. However, I can assure you that whatever tipsy he was feeling was soon no more,when he reach for his money to pay the taco truck. When he would shout out: “My Dinairo!” or however you spell it, ya’ll know what I mean … as he took off down the street like someone who can run real fast, obviously in the direction where he’d seen it last. Prompting me to mumble to myself: “Welcome to America.” no punn intended, as cigarette has done some extraordinary things that can never be duplicated by many. N, God forbid anybody try a THAT trick, that are satisfied with the HAT you’re currently wearing. N, don’t confuse pride with not allowing others the satisfaction, to think that they are doing something for you that you already did. As this dillusional form of nonsense that others live by, is the foundation that some of the greatest genocides in the World have been built upon… and you’re complicity to it only does those attempting to liberate themselves a faar further disservice. As no one in their right mind would diliberately shoot themselves in the foot to buy a new pair of shoes, that cost faar more than they were even worth.Peace! #learntothinkbackwards
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