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The boondocks, A rural area made up of poor white trash, where every other house is a meth-lab and the ones in between are meth dens. A place where at 3:00 in the morning you can look out your window (if they aren't boarded up) and see fiends hyped up on redneck heroin, running at top speed carrying VCR's and other electronics.
Dude: Don't play with me, fool, I'm straight out the 3rd ward. You need to take your cracker ass back to the burbs.
ME: Burbs? Better get it crystal clear, fruitloop. I hail from Pale Hell, where the only bodies they can find have antlers.
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“All skin folks ain’t kin folks ; and, all pale beings ain’t hell-beings.” — in an era of history where DEMOCACY ITSELF is endangered world wide, we would all be well served to realize: “All skin folks ain’t king folk; and all pale beings ain’t hell-beings.”
The only possibility for saving Democracy is coalition building across racial, gender, religious, economic, and political lines with the conscious intention of saving Democracy so that we all can fight about it later.
The danger of being TRIBAL in a GLOBAL world is the possibility of Global Thermonuclear Annihilation — an Existential Vampire that has found a way to gather its ashes; reattach its severed head; remove the stake from its heart; and anoint these remains with the blood of the Ukrainian People — who are currently fighting a proxy war for our freedom.
We can all be a little bigger; or we can all be cinders scattered on a cinder. If we can’t fight the raging fires caused by climate change and the environmental damage of the earth 🌍; then I’m pretty sure we don’t have a solution for the fires caused by tactical nuclear weapons.
“All skin folks ain’t kin folks; and all pale beings ain’t hell-beings.”
Youngin, you better listen to this old man and learn; you can’t fight every battle by yourself: “All skin folks ain’t kin folk; and all pale beings ain’t hell-beings.” We all need each other; and we all need allies.
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