Fred-Die Gray. Another play on words. Something about the ALIEN greys, dying, or being dead, like a Fred. (A rhyme). Last night, a VERY subtle thought emerged as such – gas them with chemtrails or EMF bursts and sound pulses.
Wise cracker : See what happens when darkish folks are in power? Y’all can’t control your own people! Y’all can put into law – No demonstrations are allowed! Y’all need to disperse them.
Mom is lecturing about charity work. Y’all can do so once in a while but not always. Although Das Squirrel runs the marathon for a good cause, the expense of food, lodging, and transportation is expensive.
Mom claims that her religious donation and her humanitarian service are more than sufficient. And it makes her feel better about herself. She is happy.
I tried to insert that Das Squirrel is happy running marathons. But she emphasized how parents serve to guide and control children’s behaviour; just the black mother of a protester. She batted that boy’s hooded head.
The children blame the parents, who are responsible for ensuring the peace, just like the police and national guards, the board and managers. Then, the parents get hurt feelings because they are misunderstood.
I give up! If y’all can’t behave, then it’s finished. I’m finished, you’re finished, everyone is finished!
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