‘Dinnergate’ Part-Seven: I Must Confess

I’d abandoned my oldest son and partially abandoned my second son while blaming my father for abandoning me. I’d got some abandonment issues, bitch! Whew, I said it out loud, not because I’m proud, but because I’m just a flawed human capable of creating art just like you! OK, now do you understand that I know my peeps?

Would you believe that less than twelve hours after our 2018 FCDE, did the Hostess with the Mostess received a text message from our brother who sleeps with a hoodrat? Apparently, the hoodrat final understood the power of texting. Hell, I ain’t mad at her, because back in 2011, I’d discovered the power of Twitter. So, trust me, that moment felt exhilarating. OK, back to the story, if you read between my brother’s unapologetic apology of his girlfriend’s hoodrat behavior, she, the hoodrat, was actually the victim. I must confess that at that moment I felt like I’d won a million dollar jackpot. She wasn’t apologizing for inviting five (5) illegal guests to our family dinner, she was justifying her behavior.

I must confess that I could teach my brother’s hoodrat girlfriend some tricks of the trade! Just sayin’! 😉

I must confess that a $30 Federal minimum wage law is an idea whose time had come. Why? Because we’re worth it!

Finally, I must confess that Big Pimpin’ Trump’s $5B Abortion Slush Fund masquerading as ‘Protecting America’s Southern Border’ is at best a very cynical scam. That’s why I ain’t mad at Trump. Trump got ninety-nine problems but a porn actress ain’t one. Because Hell hath no fury like a gun-toting, Hillbilly Heroin/porn addicted, Confederate flag waving/MAGA hat wearing white supremacist scorned. Hey Trump, good luck with that scam! 😉