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Pinkies and Stinkies

That pop you hear is just another can of pin worms being opened by the disgruntled the entitled the privileged complaining about what they think they lack while ignoring the many things they do or could have. They cluster together in a bait ball of perpetual misery (of their own making) pointing stinky middle fingers at anybody that doesn't agree with their funhouse mirror philosophy... In the (mean) time they grow fat off freebies courtesy of (term limitless) pinkies in government using the stinkies to divide the masses while taxing the crap out of the working class to perpetuate a two class system made up of sheep herders and sheep with a big blue collar hole in between.... and as long as the stinkies are miserable the pinkies have gotten what they want and will continue to fill our blue collar noses with the rose colored snot of their bad intentions.... and that buzz that you'll soon be hearing is the last of the sheep being sheared.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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