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40 Acres and a Mule

 I don’t KNOW who needs to HEAR this but ANYTHING is better than the current administration! Y’all killing me on social media talking about Biden-SHIT he didn’t even want to be President!!! You KNOW how NICE it is to retire to DELAWARE🤦🏾‍♀️does he even have 4 more years left? Does he want to be scrutinized every day of his golden years-life in jeopardy?? Taking over after these mf pillage everything! I KNOW he said what he SAID and did what he DID and voted for what he VOTED for but it was alright with the Obamas so it’s alright with ME🙋🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️


We haven’t seen anything yet! After we VOTE we staying in this MF bunkered down with ALL our needs met....Stephen King wrote a book 11/22/63 years ago and I’m so grateful I read it with my Mother. Y’all got TIME READ it even if it’s just the synopsis on Wikipedia. You can’t change history and you can’t THINK that one horrific act (electing a piece of shit racist) isn’t going to change the course of history! 


I love politics! The Bush years both eras was nothing compared to this BULLSHIT!  WE told you! If y’all had of just canceled this MF when he was talking about birth certificates and Rosie O’Donnell and grabbing pussies(sorry Aunties and Saints) and mocking handicap people. If y’all had of just put him in jail when he was blackmailing people and committing tax evasion, locking children in cages 😢committing TREASON but “Aht, aht, aht”(in JJs voice) y’all ain’t care....


So HERE we are! And not for NOTHING but after the struggle comes the EASE! This country will never be the SAME and it’s about TIME! And I’m not going to let the despair and uncertainty bog me down either because my LIFE is fantastic 🙏🏾YES we are each owed forty acres and a mule yet ALL we want is equality in this country we are native to. Period! 

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