The blood of beasts are spilled this day, At least I wish it were, They’re coming armed with ignorance, And hatred has it’s spurs. The riders well they’re faceless, Cowardice
January 7, 2021 A Military Contractor Watches the Riots from the Middle East I’ve spent most of my life so far “over there,” far from home, in lands not
When gut punched, respond. Strengthen the core, stop chewing the fat. It’s tough to grow more sinew, Dems, tough to be fast and furious, to be both measured and mean.
the dj beckons them to the club holla’–it’s time to spin, bust your move to the lawn, to the chamber, arms in the air everyone: “forty-five! forty-five!” remix…errrr, skidding a