The presumptive Democratic nominee for President apparently got up yesterday and thought to himself, “I’m going to tell a black person they aren’t black.”
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
The presumptive Democratic nominee for President apparently got up yesterday and thought to himself, “I’m going to tell a black person they aren’t black.”