So, imagine a guy who destroys roses and, of course, has an uncontrollable urge to touch and share everything other people own—especially if it’s something they want, name it: food, clothes, socks, life, family, etc.
Because, you know, MUST have and it’s MINE is the scary truth of a delusional socialist psychopath.
This, ladies and gents, is how dangerous things can get when reality meets madness!
But our “hero”? Oh no, they can’t fight back.
You see, the city is already taken over by a bunch of people who must’ve graduated from Villain Academy.
They run everything: the markets, schools, publicity, social services, law enforcement, gangs, politics, unions—heck, they even control who gets the last donut at meetings.
They’ve got the whole city wired! Mass media, internet, phones, houses… lives .
In this glorious socialist wonderland, freedom’s just a myth you read about in old comic books.
And forget reporting any of this—everyone’s in on it! Even those roses! If they couldn’t have them, they destroyed them!
Morning rolls around, and here comes our psychopathic anti-hero.
Poisoning people, smiling like it’s his job (because apparently, it is).
“Good morning, Mr. Crazy Spy! Kindly keep your distance from my life!”
Thanks to his “chosen family,” he’s learned the ultimate life philosophy: “My way or no way.”
And by no way, they mean “destroy anything and everything that’s remotely genuine.”
Our boy’s so proud of himself, walking around with his hands in his pockets like he’s posing for the cover of Evil Monthly. “Look, Dad! I’m following the family tradition of ruining lives!”
And let’s not forget Patrick—the sidekick with an unhealthy obsession with sharing dirty, weird videos (don’t ask).
His delusional mind built an empire on what he calls his “dirty cop woman” – “Italian heritage” persona!
Did the Italians know about his delusional “heritage” ?
Patrick’s gang times “THEIR” evil schemes to make sure everyone knows he’s still in the game.
Bless his misguided heart. I mean, it’s like watching a really bad reality show.
But I refuse to let my brokenness become their entertainment.
No matter how tired I am, begging for $2 from a person who just loves to watch me struggle, I won’t give up. I won’t play their dirty, corrupted games of power in dirty cliques and families.
These people are “chosen,” but by whom? Probably Evil itself.
And Patrick’s laugh? Oh, it’s the stuff of horror movies—Evil and Proud, just like him.
But that’s socialism, folks. A system designed to let people like Patrick run wild, easily controlled and proud of their destruction.
Meanwhile, the rest of us are left to be monitored 24/7, robbed of our few pennies, and squished down.
So if you’re into that kind of life, hey, go ahead—vote socialist in November!
They’ve already been “chosen,” and you get to obey.
But not me. Nope. I said NO!
