That the mean desert god rejected us as a race, wholesale. Individual self worth worthless.
Rejected his failed hothouse, non-heritage worthy seed variety of Broccoli that only George H.W. Bush would hate.
Of course I always thought of my worthless self more as a fried oyster type. (tangent)
That the mean desert male god rejected us as unacceptable until his kid splattered us with his homeboy con-cocked magic Catsup did we become in anyway palatable to HIS gourmet tastes.
Yum. Yum. The Human Species.
Amen. (pass the mustard if you please. lol)
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