Oh, I don't just push buttons, my dear friend, boaz.
No, no, no.
I know exactly what/who you are, Major DEI Boaz.
When you buddy around all those white guys who claim that they're sympatico with you, the reality is that they laugh at you behind your back.
And the penultimate scenario, Major DEI Boazo?
The world as we know it falls apart. Something you ---------- about.
The economy, the nation, falls apart. Anarchy reigns.
But you have the white neighbors in your neighborhood, who are there with their guns, and yours, to defend and protect.
Following me so far, Major DEI Boaz?
So, here's what happens next:
General Bethlehem rides into your town, into your cul-de-sac.
And what does he see?
A bunch of white people, and then the boaz family.
The boaz family... as black as Martin Luther King (Sr. & Jr.)
A family as black as Malcolm X, Shirley Chilsom, Al. Sharpton, Willie Horton, George Floyd and, most importantly, Barack Obama.
And the response of General Bethlehem and his acolytes (and the "Law eight"?)
Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out.
Good luck, Major DEI Boaz.
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