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Kind of funny walking through the streets of a white-washed city filled with signs of black lives matter. Do they matter here or there? Kind of weird. Maybe somewhere someone’s laughing and selling more signs to these poor saps, watching as their guilty red-white hands snatch them up and yelling out, “hallelujah for the new drug the masses can’t get enough of.” The masses, huh? More like them asses. Hah. Well anyway, it’s good to laugh, better than getting stuck in the murky stew brewed up by political factions, and at least it gives me something to do.