I ran with the Aryans (Dumais and Chris B and Blakesly and Jenna and Ashbob and Savell and Carlin) in highschool, not the Nazis (J.Lew and Marcus and Dan Monahan and Greg Long and Alicia) or the Queers (Rodrigues and Lennox and Dwyer and Gaetano).
We hate Reagan, and all the state reforms he passed and those uneducated that benefitted from it.
The Aryans troll working class labor, the Nazis refuse commands from the units their parents and families set them up with, and the Queers outright rape you for trying to interfere with their lives.
I find it amusing that Reagan, died eating his own “poop”, as a Reagan supporter calls it, when Reagan smiles in office, in the 1980s, dreaming of that warm chocolate pudding that Nancy fed him out of her refrigerator, down stairs with the little Mexican boys swirling up that hot fudge in the Dukakis machine.
Someone with dementia, a worried grandparent or parent or neighbor or teacher or lawyer or cop, someone like Reagan (they wouldn’t curse, they called everything Bettie Boop terms), doomed all of us, to being in inverses of a gang unit, to get us raped in prison.
We’ve all been assassinating the elderly, ever since.
We just know that there are gay camp counselor types with computer and phone and police and private security access, harassing us, with Jews as their slaves.
We see Nazi German logic, that anyone amoral is a Jew, therefore dead, the same as any system using that logic, always Hitler’s ethics, an anti-Semite, regardless of your placement.
It’s a high IQ young, an intelligence quotient, your mental age on a standardized test divided by your actual age of fact, your sexual preference towards younger (dumb) or older (smarter).
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