Hoodrat Nation Part Thirty-Five: Wonder Bread

Hoodrats know a lot about Wonder Bread and I’m one of them. Wonder Bread is one of my first memories of being a child. I grew up on Wonder Bread but today I wonder what the fuck does Wonder Bread mean? Listen, I’m just tripping because I don’t know how Vicky Dillard and I are going to share the same stage? I’ll admit, her audience is a hundred times greater than my audience. The good news for me is that Vicky and I have the same audience, i.e., Hoodrats. Vicky and I make being a Hoodrat chic and trust me, ain’t nothing wrong with making a yearly $ix-figure income doing something you love doing, betraying others. I ain’t mad at Vicky, she’s an excellent role model for Hoodrats. Hoodrats need love too!

If a Hoodrat like me knows that a $30 Federal minimum wage law is an idea whose time has come, then you know everything is going to be alright. We’re in good hands. C’mon, did it ever occur to you that President Obama set Trump up?

Ann Coulter knows and she’s mad as Hell. You and I know that Hell hath no fury like a gun-toting, Hillbilly Heroin/porn addicted, Confederate flag waving/MAGA hat wearing woman scorned. Pass the popcorn!

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