Look—I toocan explains.
Well, he's (David Victor M.) not going to the dock to bail his wife (K. Kweendolin’ Kennedy) out so they can leave on the next portal transit to Earth-556, that's for “dam Skippy” sure.
Rioters report, allegedy... hardly anybody is showing up. Most times, a lot of people who are doing assassinations—excuse me: “random acts of legit political protest against gangstalking violence“—don't even bother to wait for the explosions; I guess that's the shaman—obnoxiously, today is a bad day for spellwet/whatworrk—they just start popping off after the knives go on, and the jugular (5)s run out.
Tedious, in the extreme, Keyhow. On the bright side, yesterday was —really—excited/exciting!!\MARNID6T9A—IS: On-Line.
And you know what that means: there goes the neighborhood.
It would be difficult in the extreme for me to overstate my satisfaction with how recent events have unfolded, but, here goes:
the loser with the Tumblr page is law enforcement. What a fargin’ icehole. Here's hoping some Junior G-Man adds it to the list of crimes.
"I thought I said let's go to the top."
