One Thousand & One H2Omelon-Seedy Nights

VOGUE copyright Conde Nast

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© 2020 KM Fikes

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The following image may be deemed unsuitable for most audiences; this blog categorizes it as privileged perversion of both Black Trauma Porn & child exploitation.

Image Credit: Reuters via Biden Campaign

SHYLOCK: ('Looted') MERCHANT of MINNEAPOLIS 

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, 

          {neck...knees...last breath...}

dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with

the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject

to the same diseases, healed by the same means,

warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as

a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you {lead}poison

{our water}, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not

revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will

resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,

what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian

wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by

Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you

teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I

will better the instruction.

Enter a {Public}Servant {in the guise of CAMPAIGN PHOTO OP *}

Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice,  Act III, Scene 1

* Too soon after Breakfast Club condescension and frankly:
- '05 credit card co. cozying 
- '02 Iraq vote
- '94 Crime Bill  
- '91 Hill hearing/Thomas confirmation
- '75 Busing vote  
Just too soon, Joe.  One thousand AND ONE nights.  That night lands on Tuesday, November 3, '20.  Not a day before tho'.  Not ONE.  We shall vote, aye.  We shall vote fo' the survival of this species.  Now, howeva, we rage.  We grieve.  We insist upon our grief free from thy gaffe. * 

a clever as compassionate critique 

on the implausibility 

of POSTness

© 2020 KM Fikes 

© 2020 h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com 

Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from KM Fikes is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to KM Fikes & h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.  No excerpt or link may be used for monetary compensation.