It begins, the egregious piss and moaning of the vulnerable tyrant to get what she wants, one last time, without making things worse, although I'm not sure what is worse than being disabled in Philadelphia, caught between its Quaker roots and its dysfunctional African nanny-state mentality, unless it is to be a Palestinian casualty of Hamas and Israeli intransigence. Four adolescents, in what should have been the ferment of young adulthood, now a cause celebre for more collateral damage. I saw so many clips of Caesar from The Rise of the Planet of the Apes on Charlie Rose that I was dissuaded from downloading it, but of course the reboot fits my paradigm here.
One of my points, in the revelation of my virulent domestic past, is that human worth is incompatible with our capacity for destruction. Yes, it is a risk to juxtapose these issues, and some ambulatory readers are likely to side with the building manager. Like Caesar, I am a construct who threatens to shatter the glass, and these poor inner city black women have their work cut out for them. Public housing governance is in reality a low key Stalinist state, which may mean I begin to agree with this guy.
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