The Death of the White Boy Theobrogian

There is a certain creature that has haunted the revolution. A hungry and greedy imp, a denizen of a lower realm, has crawled on its stomach like a snake into our midst, Beloved. For the last four years, fork-tongued “teachers of the resistance” have “lovingly” shown up to our aid. Like fair-skinned angels, they have swooped in since 2016, amidst the rise of this presidency, having finally noticed the 241 years of systemic oppression and 400 years of genocide.

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