Someone said, “Most men can’t tell their wives they’re struggling because it’s like talking to the police. Anything he says will be used against him.” That’s heartbreaking.
Easiest ways to get rich:
1. Sell men lust
2. Sell women beauty
3. Sell parents peace
4. Sell kids dreams
5. Sell the rich safety
6. Sell the broke hope
Same game. Different packaging.
I am watching the greatest 3-man backcourt in NBA history - combined highest hoop IQ and passing genius. LeBron James. Luka Doncic. Austin Reaves. Honor and pleasure to behold this triple gift from the basketball gods.
At the end of last week Auntie Bev signed a motion to impound the names of jurors. She blamed me, and claims that I identified the last jury foreman, Ryan Piotrowski, when in fact that was @GrantSmithEllis. She made no mention of the fact that @eupaulaprado and the foreman have become the targets of vicious racial attacks by agents of the Commonwealth.
ICE officers stopped by our farm yesterday.
“We need to inspect your property for illegal aliens,” one of them said.
I replied, “Alright, but whatever you do, don’t go into that field over there.”
The officer in charge exploded.
“Mister, I have the authority of the federal government behind me!” he barked, reaching into his back pocket. He yanked out a badge and shoved it in my face.
“See this fucking badge? This badge means I can go wherever I want on ANY land. No questions asked, no answers given. Am I clear? Do you understand?”
I nodded politely and said, “Be my guest.”
Then I went back to my chores.
About ten minutes later, I heard screaming. I looked up and saw six ICE agents running for their lives, being chased by my big, mean, old bull. And with every step, that bull was closing in. Fast.
It looked like they were about to get gored for sure.
So I dropped my tools, ran over to the fence, and shouted at the top of my lungs:
“YOUR BADGE! SHOW HIM YOUR FUCKING BADGE!”