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© 2019 James LaFond
MAR/6/19
Nice try, Boy—back in the kitchen with your spotlight seeking ass...
Thanks and well wishes
James,
First of all thank you so much for steering me towards Finley's work. I am currently working my way through The Ancient Economy and the World of Odysseus with an open notebook. It's a treasure trove of insight and grist for my creative mill.
Second I found some news referring to Portland and the local ANTIFA stirring things up. Apparently the (black female) Police chief is a race traitor for daring to even speak with Ungood rightists Patriot Prayer. Every time I hear of them I am reminded of the left vs right thugs in Weimar. It seems far too similar to be comfortable.
It would be a damn shame for you to survive the feral orcs of Baltimore only to be knifed by a squad of frothing modern communist whites.
Take care,
Clued.
Thanks, Sir.
For the record, in exactly 2 months in Portland I have run into three dangerous men: the guy I'm living with, a Nigerian with a screw driver in a suit who gave me all the respect that one would expect the Grim Reaper—literally stepped off to let me pass—and a hardnosed Latino street person who stepped aside politely for me. In the same conditions, in Baltimore, while being outside half as often [because I often hid out in helms deep from the orcs of Isengard] I was typically attacked twice out of a pool of say, 60 dangerous looking men.
My PTSD muscle is so atrophied that I'll probably get, shot, stabbed, gang stomped and run over by a pickup truck on my first day back in Harm City—oh yes, and gnawed on by a pitbull while local street urchins clean out my pockets...
-JL
Still the champions!
This is what you call a good inning!
-Lynn
Jimothy,
A teaching moment gone wrong, or maybe not. As one who once attempted to toss an activated fire extinguisher through a high school Principal’s front window, I can perhaps empathize to a degree. When your life is down to two toilets, it is almost Conan-like to toss one through a window and then sit on the other one to await room and board. Feed up for the next adventure.
Sent from Riley
Check this trailer out, bro
-Erique
documentary on fentanyl in Baltimore
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bryce.sharper
Mon, Feb 18, 10:33 PM
People of the Abyss:
Dear Mr. LaFond,
I can't recall whether you ever featured this foiled attempted murder by pen in one of your articles, but it's a perfect example of what you say.
Regards,
-Bob
Sir, thanks for the hilarity—and, for the record, Stevedore Jackson, at 122, could have done a better job shanking that snitching cracker.
-JL
Wuve is a many-enunciated thing...
Hanzo!
-Luther
God save the redneck cops...
-Shep
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