How The BLM Sees America

Las Vegas NV

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Bubba the cop (yawning) 6:15 am. "Holy smokes. I slept in. WTF? I need to get up by 6 am to get a jump start on gunning down minorities today. Now I'm 15 minutes late so that will set me back at least 2 killings. Shit." Bubba calls his buddy Bo. "Bo. Bo! I'm runnin' 15 minutes late. Think you can kill some minorities from your house while I am a gettin' there?" "Sheeet. No problem Bubba. Got one as we be a speaking cuz. Take your time. Think I can get another before you get here." "Okay Bo. Don't take all the easy ones. I like the ones that run and fight back so it all looks good and proper on tape. I'll be there ASAP" Bubba driving and sees a car with a minority and he immediately pulls him over. "Driver. Get out. Put one hand behind your head and stick your left hand in your pants and pull out your gun." "I don't have a gun sir." "That's not what I asked." Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow. Minority dead. "One Adam 12. I need a coroner at 5th and main to take a minority to the dump. Thanks." "Hey Bo. What's your minority kill count so far today?" "I got one more Bubba. Nailed one mowing the neighbors lawn across the street. I'm sure he was gonna rob the place. About a 200 yard shot. You ain't gonna beat that today." "Dag Nabbit Bo. I only got one so far. Sheeeeet. Knock it off you red neck asshole. Save some minority killin' for me."