Swung into the grocery store this morning and saw some bozo wearing a ratty T-shirt – frayed and holey – with a Confederate flag on the back. Now, that particular emblem makes me ill for starters, but written across it was “If you can read this, the bitch fell off”.
He had a young boy with him. I wonder what sort of marriage he has.
It isn’t that it takes all kinds. The problem is that we have all kinds.
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