I was harassing a Tesla dealership this past weekend and I ended up having a nice human to human interaction with the, notably black, security guard. It was utterly astonishing to me that...
I was harassing a Tesla dealership this past weekend and I ended up having a nice human to human interaction with the, notably black, security guard.
It was utterly astonishing to me that immigration was the point at which the conversation divulged and he retreated inside. The thing that's been stuck in my head is, I asked if he saw that Kilmar is alive. He said of course he's alive. Took a quiet moment then said "I wonder where they'll send me" to which he stated "they aren't sending you anywhere, you're a citizen" I, being notably white, told him he didn't know that. He asked if was, I told him I wasn't going to answer that and he relieved himself of this "extremely stupid conversation".
I got bad enough esprit d'éscalier I ended up writing a (pretty good!) poem on the interaction. The core of it though was, under Trump I am not a citizen, and neither are you. You are a DEI hire, and I am a faggot.
Thank you! Here's the full poem for the curious church parking lot hot box Four hundred and twenty reasons to forget Decayed Jesus, 6th risen, flag wrapped, boots black, white, and red Two hellos...
Thank you! Here's the full poem for the curious
church parking lot hot box
Four hundred and twenty reasons to forget
Decayed Jesus, 6th risen, flag wrapped, boots black, white, and red
Two hellos remind my eyes they still work
And Now
They won’t send me anywhere, demands DEI hire
I’m a citizen, you know, white
for now,
alternate facts smack of faggot rising
Mars killed logos
Of course he’s alive
Box a’int hot
I was harassing a Tesla dealership this past weekend and I ended up having a nice human to human interaction with the, notably black, security guard.
It was utterly astonishing to me that immigration was the point at which the conversation divulged and he retreated inside. The thing that's been stuck in my head is, I asked if he saw that Kilmar is alive. He said of course he's alive. Took a quiet moment then said "I wonder where they'll send me" to which he stated "they aren't sending you anywhere, you're a citizen" I, being notably white, told him he didn't know that. He asked if was, I told him I wasn't going to answer that and he relieved himself of this "extremely stupid conversation".
I got bad enough esprit d'éscalier I ended up writing a (pretty good!) poem on the interaction. The core of it though was, under Trump I am not a citizen, and neither are you. You are a DEI hire, and I am a faggot.
Without due process, you don't get a chance to prove you're a citizen. Part of why we guarantee it for persons, as written in the 5th amendment.
Poetic, indeed. I love it.
Thank you! Here's the full poem for the curious
church parking lot hot box
Four hundred and twenty reasons to forget
Decayed Jesus, 6th risen, flag wrapped, boots black, white, and red
Two hellos remind my eyes they still work
And Now
They won’t send me anywhere, demands DEI hire
I’m a citizen, you know, white
for now,
alternate facts smack of faggot rising
Mars killed logos
Of course he’s alive
Box a’int hot
(if that's "ain't," the apostrophe goes before the t)
Oh thank you so much! I'll get it fixed before publishing to my website which is definitely a thing that exists and not a battle against DNS