Irony is dead. A Black fellow saves racist from an angry mob.
Dyslexic bad punctuation ramble warning for the reader.
As you I’m angry disgusted and yet I’m not afraid just pissed. And yet again the irony of a black man saving this parasite’s ass speaks volumes.
And as you i am carrying around a sense of dread. Of the possibility more violence that these MAGA racists degenerates will bring.
Only reason for this shit in their minds whites are the master race.
Jake is lucky to be amongst the living this day all because of the help from a black dude.
Who apparently values another humans life in protecting that scumbag from a crowd of angry people.
We outnumber these scum as well remember that my friends.
And now I’ll sit here drinking coffee on the back porch as daylight comes. Listening to my golden retriever chonk roll as the snow is falling making noise of happy grunts silly boy i respond.
And earlier walking out into the yard to pat his fuzzy bum definitely a snow walk later.
Maybe to the park to make sure his ducks are all in a row. The glass half full in at least the duck crap will be covered and Dunc won’t be able to roll in it.
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... has more class and honor in his toenail clippings than that piece of shit he saved will EVER have.
ALSO...
... A little known fun fact regarding the phrase, "ducks in a row". Naval architects use heavy cast iron weights called "ducks", with downward-facing hooks on one end, to stabilize a flexible spline that allows them to draw a smooth curve when designing a boat's hull. Sailmakers use them, too. When their ducks are all in a row, the spline is perfectly positioned to draw the desired line.
Show off hands, please, for who gives a hoot. 
PS ..and I do care. 
... I lived in Marblehead, Massachusetts, one of the premier yachting capitals of the world, and I worked for an ad agency whose clients were largely yachting-oriented companies, like Hood Sails. At the time, Ted Hood was the winningest America's Cup Skipper in the world. So associating with such folks exposed me to a lot of rather arcane knowledge. I did numerous technical blow-apart illustrations of fore-triangle reefing systems with Rapidograph pens, back in the days before computers in the graphics industry were even thought of.
Which is why I'm a veritable fountain of obscure information that sticks in my brainpan like burdocks on a bulldog. But remembering why I came upstairs remains elusive. 
