Wine Candied Panties

Reporter: "You really don't expect nobody to tell you, you are engaging in an illegitimate enterprise , do you?"

Sheriff: "Man, what is you talking about?"

Reporter:" Climate Change."

Sheriff: " Ahh, Man... it's too early in the morning for this sxxt, I ain't even ate today, or in the last two." "Man, it been rough out here ever since New Years 25, the night they dropped the ball in time square; to the tune of the 'BeeGees' hit: "staying alive"

Reporter: "I got this half bit off slim jim in my pocket."

Sheriff: "Give it here... I need some protein , but GIVE IT HERE!!! What ekse you got?"

Reporter: " Nothing."

Sheriff: "Yeah, you got something else in yo pockets... give it up!!!" Said the crazed lune, as the reporter retried a burner from his coat pocket. : Ah, it's like that, huh?"

Reporter: " What you mean, what YOU talking about?"

Sheriff: " It's all you're fault... you and that nixxa, friend of your's. "

Reporter: " Not only do I not know what the fxxk you are talking about, you are the same race that the particular ephithat you just used to describe a gift to the World.

Sheriff: " Gift my axx, things been all bad since he left."

Reporter: " Have you thought of maybe visiting a mental health facility; to address you're indoctrinated disposition of sorts."

Sheriff: " Ha, Ha... yeah, right... look, you can go head on, if that's all you got to eat As you done just pulled a gun on me."

Reporter: " I felt threatened."

Sheriff: "You was, but that's no reason to pull a gun on someone."

Reporter: Why don't you go to the shelter?"

Sheriff: "" The shelter, Nixxa please... we up next!"

Reporter: "Society, is already up ... the only thing is down is that bs."

Sheriff: " BS, Man do you have any idea how much fun we used to have fellowshipping for master?"

Reporter: "Quite frankly... it's my job, but why don't you elaborate on some of this fun?"

Sheriff: "" just stuff like, secret squirrel."

Reporter: " You miss that, huh?"

Sheriff: " Yeah, I guess I do miss the good ole days,as three of my bretheren got locked up just this week... for long hauls, too"

Reporter: "No kidding."

Sheriff:" Yeah, no kidding... and them nixxas in there ain't too nice either!"

Reporter: " I can imagine... but it would seem that you can't "

Sheriff: "You saying that like I should be able to."

Reporter: " I guess cigarette was right. As he said, few will be those that don't exhibit extreme amneisha after the monsoon.."

Sheriff: " What?"

Reporter: "Therapy, might be a good idea."

Sheriff: " Yep, maybe you right."

Wine Candied Panties:

arguably aren't for everyone... unless of course they are into having big fun, like those of the National Security crew like to do. In the course of carrying out their patriotic? duties... all the while wearing something fruity under their suit. Which in this case would be the Wine Candied Panties, that the current mayor? of the city of Milwaukee has on. With respect to the pandering to the Gop... as it appears that ALL credability of the city of Milwaukee as well as his administration is now gone. As I guess it was too much, to address this rather intense situation; in a more professional manner without implicating you're self and the

almost entire administrative body of this city in pathetic game of shiraddes. That has me , and I imagine other residents too... feeling a little played.

Although, I can assure you that I am not near as frustrated as I would be, had I'd been saddled with the type of educational debt; that the repayment of which. Is contingent upon, the economic outlook of the future job market. That is at this time being directly impacted, by the illegitimate nonsense of a newly labled phenomenon, that I refer to as the caravan of love? which is arguably their goal. In the course of enabling the crafting of legislatures, whose sole intent is for the purpose of meeting illegitimate goals. That I imagine will be defended by the narratives of defense of public safety, which is of no comfort to those like myself. whom aren't trying to hear the cowardly excuses of candied nixxas. Who's bretheren have been selling out for personal safety, since the beginning of time. While enabling the crafting of legislature; that doesn't even remotely reflect the logic of those with common sense. However, it's human nature to attempt to make a sensical rebuttal, when under the scrutiny of those that you're actions put in harms way. Which the prisons and grave yards are full of... by the virtue of enablers like you're self , whom are nothing but a tool to keep illegitimate nonsense on stealth.

Which coincidentally, is why I chose this title ... not for the obvious reasons that anyone whom has been following me would have deduced looong ago, by simply putting 2 +5 together and coming up with 20. As I had a dream recently, and lets not pretend that the reverend doctors dream wasn't realized back when he had it. Because, the so called divide in this country has NOTHING to do with race, but rather the entitlement of roughly 17 million residents of this country... whom have unethical ideas about how they should live their lives , and a rather suggestive opinion on how others should live theirs as well. That no one should have a problem with, as long as their ideas don't infringe upon rights that those of all Afro Americans ancestors. Where paraded up on the auction blocks buck naked, and sold to the highest bidder; to work as a servant of those that purchased you after others kidnapped you... at a time when horse thieves.

Therefore, I theorized in this dream, that it would arguably make things easier if the had used wine grapes to make a dye, to be use on all of the "house menz" as thet called them: to tattoo a pair of permanent panties on them that were genetically inherent to the descendents of which to this day are aiding in the entertainment of these ideals... at a substantial cost to society. That way, when you stuck um up on that auction block, you'd know what you was getting into.

As an advocate for democracy would up and die, but his timely departure should come as no surprise. To those that have watched this cxxn nixxa enabled fiasco from the start, and that's not including the bs at the Capital that has effected many a soldier holding the front lines; for the deriliction of those like you're self. As I'm surprised that you weren't invited over by colonizers, for Sunday lunch. So you could linger over till midnight and have you some punch.

Nevertheless,I wish you well, because at the end of the day. I will only be satisfied when all conspirators are in jail. #GO