Nigger hater!

Wait, so I'm not a real person?

...

How liberating.

Nigger hater!

No it's more like nigger hater-hater.

I never raised the issue of his race, 'cuz it just doesn't doesn't matter that much.  HE, and his campaign, raised the issue of race.

Go back and look.  No one called him a nigger zebra white-woman rapist.  HE put it out there that he was none of the above, and if you didn't agree with him,

YOU were the racist.

I'm just not.  I can act that way.  I can be shitty about it all.  But in my heart of hearts?  We're all the same.  We're all just folks, doing the best we can, as we see fit.

Some of us have been lead down a primrose path; some adamantly wear rose colored glasses; some just sigh.

As soon as WE say racism is over,

in our HEARTS,

it's fucking over.

It's been over for me for about 40 years.

But if I feel like calling a fuktard black man a NIGGER,

I will.  Whether I really feel that way or not.

Yeah, OK, you're a moron.

Thank you for that insight.

The story of my life:

You don't know what was said, nor by whom,

you haven't the vaguest idea of actually happened.

But I'm the moron.

Why?

'Cuz I was the fuktard that got hurt?

The fuck are you talking about? You're a fucktard for thinking it's OK to refer to anyone that way, that's all.

Whatever


I left a note at the ranch, saying I'm dead.  I don't want anything they could give me.  I don't need anything they could give me.

Guess what?

My little note to you:

I just fucking died.

Honestly, you should probably sober up and get some sleep. Whichever order works for you.

Wait, so I'm not a real person?

...

How liberating.

I knew it! I showed in Lexington, and no Lothar was to be found!