Pick the Ripe One

There is a disconnect that I feel within today. I listen to music to try to pull the strands of the spider web back to me. I sense that the NE MPLS Police department is succeeding today. Crimera watch and try some of their sequestering techniques. They will have their own union and their own chief. Their ideas are aligned with me and they are sick of having their identities shunned and "shamed." Well, ladies, they don't feel shame. They do feel stupidity though. All of you men in the regular MPLS Police Department are basically b**ches, always puppetting the ideas of "strong" women. No these women are just hateful bullies to me and only me. NONE OF YOU actually know me and 99.999% of you have never met me. In the end, you "ladies" will be on the wrong side of the law and of history. I encourage free thought, but that means I think freely too. I pick up proper discrimination of entities. If you are in a grocery store and you pound on the cantelope to hear the hollow noise that says that they are perfectly ripe, is that a bad thing because it IS discriminating against the other cantelope? I think not. I will continue to pound away.