Notes from a {prole} writer in Minneapolis

As of this writing, there are more than 2,000 ice (aka: pedo-protectors) agents in the Twin Cities. There are only 600 police officers.

Last night there was some fuckery going on at North Lyndale. Nice neighborhood. Peaceful. A man got shot in the leg. Tear gas and flashbangs were thrown...all so mar-a-lago can dance in dog masks.

As of my current state. I walked 6.3 miles yesterday. There were 20 call-ins. 3 out due to injury. There might be more absences today--I don't know. I'm off work today. Thanks to labor unions: I'm not required to work a 7th day.

But since this illegal occupation of the beautiful Twin Cities is happening, it's affecting everyone's lives...and I am taking the brunt of the abuse and am shouldering the excesses of 2,000 ice (aka: epstein's elves) agents that are creating unnecessary chaos...all so mar-a-lago can dance in dog masks.

I took this picture in the heart of downtown Minneapolis. I was hanging with some Somali/American security guards. They told me I took the wrong way and needed to go to the loading dock next door, but I needed to circle the block to get there.

Once inside, I was greeted by the overnight crew.

A Latino dude helped me grab some gear to get my day started, he asked me where the regular dude was. "There were a bunch of call-ins, man." I told him.

A Syrian/American woman said "Good Morning."

Two white kids helped me out.

After awhile, my Nigerian/American buddy showed up. Solid dude. We cut it up and were talking about the current state of fuckery. He said that people are scared for their lives, people at his company are calling-in too and more will call in tomorrow, "We are humans too!"

As I continued my work upstairs, I saw a Muslim woman praying out on the skyway hall. No one around. I thought about what my buddy said, "[What's going on,] it's terrorism, it's Christian terrorism!" He also told me that trump bombed Nigeria on Christmas Day. I didn't know that. After looking up the article about it on the BBC, it gave me enough fuel to fight through the day which had me work 15 hours...the mar-a-lago dog dance has reached full debauchery.

It makes my working man {Prole} hands sweat, not clammy with fear. I don't have any children to worry about. I'm good, love. But--the true pillars of society, these people I meet on mornings like these, that originate from all over the world, are what keeps everything going. People like us and not them...the plastic mar-a-lago dog mask dance doesn't impress me, it's the real people like us that make this country great.