And Yet, Here I Am...
Because if you thought some low rent ass type of dirtbag was going to shut me up, you should have asked Ron Desantis how that went.
Yes, baby, it’s me, and no, heifer, they sure did not make me tuck my tail and run.
I will say that I was less than thrilled to have a gift wrapped Fuckugram from Idaho, but y’all know how I feel about Idaho. If not, roll the damned tape back and listen to the slogans for Idaho. They had BMan cracking up.
Time after time after time, I come here, and I tell you when it comes to equality, when it comes to animals, when it comes to domestic abuse, you would be a fool to push me. I don’t even play the damned radio at all there.
And yet, time after time after time, someone thinks it’s a good idea to push me.
Then I have to make grown-ass men cry, which I never hate doing, but it gets messy when you bring it to my home, and I don’t know if you’ve ever priced clean up on bodily matters, but it is not cheap.
Bitch, I don’t have those kind of funds.
So, today I stocked up on Clean Freak, and Barkeepers Friend, and Clorox, because bitch, I don’t have this OCD cleaning habit for nothing.
However, I digress.
In this day and age, in this year 2020, you can’t really still have that old hate in your heart. Also, how many black people are in Idaho? Like, one and a half, right? So basically you don’t even know any black people, you never have, and yet you think you hate them?
I’ll say what I always do, which is head down to Fletcher and 15th on a Bucs game day, and get yourself some of that Buccaneer love and a plate. It’s going to take all of that hate right out of your heart. If not, well you’re Stalin or Mussolini because obviously you don’t have a soul.
I don’t care if you prefer the company of your own color. But you actively send campaigns of hate to those who don’t agree with your views. Baby, I’m a nasty hateful bitch and even I don’t do that. So really, what are you doing?
I hope you can one day leave your tiny little corner of the universe and take some trips. See some things. Meet some people. Honey, I was raised in the deep South, and I don’t have an iota of hate in my heart. Because I took some trips. I saw some things. I met some people.
You gotta get out. You need to expose yourself to new things, new folk. Otherwise, you’ll just end up some punk-ass piece of trash who thinks he’s frightening but I know I can’t sound scared.
Hand me my erroneous bitch buzzer, please.
*Um, no bitch. You’re wrong.*
Erroneous Bitch Buzzer..
In Tennessee we call that a Cattle Prod. With fresh batteries it'll put out 25kv.
Oh.. and the State Motto you're thinking of is "I-da-ho!!"