Hiya, mopinko, Big Mo!
How’s it hanging, Sweets?
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Alas, it doesn’t look as if things are going particularly well for you at the moment, Sweets, given all your problems with the housing and zoning authorities in Chicago.
However, I urge you to be of good cheer; it’s through adversity that one learns, and prospers.
But Sweets, dear, I continued to be utterly mystified about something. This reminds me of your late colleague grouchy old Don, “NNN0LHI,†who was constantly thwarted by the machine in his attempts to enjoy a comfortable retirement. Grouchy old Don had supported the machine all through his adult years, and perhaps supposed that if he took care of the machine, the machine would take care of him.
Yeah, right.
In grouchy old Don’s case, he learned a certain lesson far too late in life.
Now Sweets, when are you going to get around to seeing the light; that your unconditional and unceasing support for a corrupt Democrat machine, is exactly, precisely, the root cause of your problems?
The machine cares about only itself and its operators; it doesn’t give a damn about common ordinary average run-of-the-mill citizenry trying to express themselves in their pursuit of harmless activities, in your case, attempting urban agriculture.
And if the machine can make money off of harassing people such as yourself, it will.
Sweets, you’ve got to consider voting the machine-free straight (R) ticket this November.
Otherwise, your world’ll never change.