Hopefully had a nice red pill encounter at the grocery store today. Talking to a younger black guy while checking out, he noticed the New York Post cover on the counter about the Crackhead and started laughing, asking if everybody saw it, could you believe it. So the younger black lady cashier got an attitude and said she didn't care. OK. I laughed and said you'll care if we get nuked. Still didn't care. OK. But the brother laughed and said he thought the coke could be a plant. So I said maybe, maybe Kamala wants in, but that laptop of his is awfully incriminating. He knew nothing about it, but seemed genuinely curious. So I gave him the tip to google "Biden laptop," that he'll get a kick out of it, it's everywhere kek.
Happens when you least expect it kek.
You don't know white people where I live. They might be worse in the political sense. I exist to spread the word regardless. Don't care who listens or heeds. That's on them.
Hmmm…
Sounds like too many pots kek.
Italian, eh?