Well, shit, my apologizes to your cousin and you from my stinky, transvestite, ungodly, lousy vaginaed self. You won. The cooching the xanax case fell right out of existence just like everything else. We all think it’s your b.j. but whatever it is, justice for the rest of us surely is just not the same as for you.
So, now you and your lover boy Parnell can whoop it up together, no one has run against him, and you’re as free as the driven snow.
For the rest of us, perhaps it’s going to have to be a Christmas where we all decide to start looking at those Walmart gun prices as it seems that for the rest of us, we are all just going to have to be on our own from now on. No cops to trust, no Sheriff’s people to trust, no Waco PD to trust, no lawyers, no Rangers either.
Welcome to you’re on your own and it’s just fucking time to give up folks.
Love your kids and your cats, nothing else matters here, truly.
Protect yourself expect to be fucked over by any and everyone in authority.
Also know everything’s a lie.