I'm really good. I understood, arrests are supposed to be forgiven. You're supposed to be doing business with the Police. Doing business in the City is right next to the City Hall. The PD is always near the City Hall. Well, you have to do business with these people. I've learned how to do business better. I realize, if I have the time I have to answer these calls for justice. In-fact, that's a lot of what I do.
For example, I realize, have an Alibi handy. Know how to exercise your rights. Know to thoroughly communicate yourself. Then, you can't budge or flinch. Men will outcast you from or by budging & flinching. These are really the most important things. Alibis are necessary because they could just verify my last location. I wasn't doing anything. Probably buying marijuana, is the joke. It used to be treated like a narcotic. Give a ticket. That wasn't a narcotic, their attitudes & dispositions were completely inappropriate. Literal & Figurative Reign of the Beast. 600 years of slavery.
Anyways. I had to discuss that for some reason. Ah! I know why. Yeah, I've been persecuted, reviled, & crucified. I think they've stolen my identity, quite frankly, & they're masquerading around as me to use all of my money. I don't know. The United States of America was cut-throat as shit. This is the nation of some Nazi's or some shit. I don't know what's going on. I should be fine. They got the ropes out for me, but they maroon & desert me every time. I'm 35, all I do is deal with how I'm supposed to deal with all of this shit. Well, man, none of this shit affects me. You're saying kill all arrested & condemned-as-ill. You can do basic shit for me. This is because of a Jew or a German in the State, & the Democrat Party.
My Grandfather received a Medal of Honor in WW2. I'm I.W.M.? My God, what could be the problem? You no good, down right, dirty-little scoundrel. You eat shit & breathe farts! You're a retarded maggot in a retarded maggot shit turd. Faggot ass little bitch with all your bullshit. Step out the mother fucking way grandpa.
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