I'm literally, crying

About a documentary I saw : called seattle's dying, because it neglected to mention that many states across the Country are dying . Because, of the irresponsibility of those whom care about society, as there are tens of millions that have died as a result of the opioid epidemic. That harassed the markets of a drug Lord, to continue to spread the love that they said they would when they campaigned for office. However, not one of them were mentioned, nor were any of the other numerous, cities, townships and municipalities; that were effected by this opportunistic abomination. Much like the false narratives, being used to facilitate a livlihood for patriots, whom it would seem are soo busy doing the operative tasks of a rhetorical machine. That they can't even learn a skill, outside of gas-light bojangling... as WTF commisions rhetorical nonsense; like walking a dog in front of someone, who's being victimized for exploitation. As we are #184 days out, from having a voice again. N, I really don't see a need for bojanglers or caravaners; to interfere in the lifes of others. That would be farr better off without the rhetorical philosophy, you pride you're selves on. Nevertheless, this isn't about Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but seattle... which I was disappointed in the documentaries depth. Arguably , because I am soo inandated with nonsense, by nonsense; that when something that resembles it is seen... I can't help but be critical of it. As we are through with the rhetorical manufacture of a problem, for those whom have no intentions to aid in the solving of. Although, if it's any consolation... I found the problems depicted affecting all white people, with the one exception of the black one in the purple hat an interesting phenomenon... The likes of which are rarely seen in this country, and we can only hope this opens the door for many other documented downfalls. As I am covering a similiar phenomenon in Milwaukee, complete with bojanglers, caravaners, ring master's, clowns, and plenty cxxn niggas, as we make our way upon cuunteenth day. Which is why I am burning the midnight oil, in a desperate attempt, to elude the spectacle dillusion. Nevertheless, to each their own... and don't mind the biased opinions of an tortured soul; via the hands of the selectively discerning. Whom are as deserving of nonsense, as nonsense is of them , Mr Johnson. So, join me on cavawho.com seattle, and get a load of this!!