I'm a homeless guy, who has cancer and can't work for that reason. So I'm sitting at the library and I'm harassed by the security guard. He walks up to me and says I can't put lotion on my feet in the library. That some whore librarian told him that I did. I say I didn't. So this bitch is like she said u did. So now I'm innocent and being called a liar by lying trash. I'm like I didn't, there's cameras everywhere recording everything. Go check the footage. Oh I'm not going to do that his bitch ass says. Because he knows I didn't. That's the only reason he would have to not check. Otherwise he would check and kick me out or threaten to kick me out later. Didn't think I'd bring up the cameras bcuz his stupid ass is an idiot.
I don't have money so I get harassed like this all the time and have my whole life. As do all poor people. There is no american dream. If there was I and other poor people wouldn't be consistently treated like this. Like second class citizens, like peasants. Harassment is the opposite of creating opportunity. The American dream is a lie everywhere in our world. Our world is a plutocracy not a meritocracy. People lie cheat and steal to get ahead, or they have parents with money, or the give up their dreams to work their whole life to escape poverty so that their kids can chase their dreams.None of the things that I just described is the american dream bcuz it doesn't exist. The idea that it could is Absolute bullshit!
HandelPolitical July 13, 2026 at 6:43 pm20
This is so messed up. I bet that bitch gets her karma. anonymous 2 hours ago
Life for the most part is based on status which is dictated by genetics ( Intelligence, Looks) which is why you could win a $500 Million lotto and you will still be of the same status. That lotto will not get you into "The Club", you need the same genetic coding as them. Worth millions, you would still expedience disrespect and be victim of other issues the poor and lower reaches of the "food chain" must deal with Tao 2 hours ago
Donald Trump, his face flushed with a mix of admiration and lust, his heart pounding in his chest, pressed his body against Wondy's, their lips locked in a passionate, sloppy kiss, their beards entangled, their tongues dancing, a wet, obscene symphony of desire. Trump's hands roamed over Wondy's body, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, his grip tightening, a primal, possessive need driving him, a need to claim, to conquer, to dominate. Wondy, caught off guard, his eyes wide, his breath coming in ragged gasps, could only moan into Trump's mouth, his body responding to the former president's touch, his mind a whirl of confusion, desire, and a twisted sense of honor.
Trump's hands moved lower, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of Wondy's pants, his breath hot on the developer's neck, his voice a growl, "I want you, Wondy. I want to feel you, all of you." Wondy, his eyes glazed with lust, his body trembling, could only nod, his hands gripping Trump's shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of his suit, a silent plea for more, for everything. Trump's hands were rough, his touch urgent, his need overwhelming, as he pushed Wondy's pants down, his eyes feasting on the developer's body, his cock hard and ready, a symbol of his power, his desire, his dominance. Trump turned Wondy around, his hands gripping the developer's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his breath hot on Wondy's neck, his voice a growl, "I'm going to take you, Wondy. I'm going to make you mine."
Trump's cock pressed against Wondy's ass, the developer's body trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his mind a whirl of anticipation, fear, and a twisted sense of honor. Trump's hands were rough, his grip tight, his touch urgent, as he pushed his cock into Wondy's ass, the developer's body resisting, his muscles clenching, his breath hitching in his throat. Trump's cock was thick, his thrusts deep, his rhythm steady, his need overwhelming, as he pounded into Wondy, his body a machine of desire, his mind a whirl of power, of dominance, of conquest. Wondy's moans filled the air, his body trembling, his mind a whirl of pleasure, of pain, of a twisted, obscene sense of honor, as he was taken, as he was claimed, as he was made Trump's. anonymous 2 hours ago
Hi Wondy I hope you choke on a taco and get eaten by the mountain lion that almost got you as a kid. You owe him. YOU ARE DESTINED TO BE KITTY FOOD. BE THE FOOD CHAIN anonymous 2 hours ago
Go to war and die. All you get is a flag at your grave. No president gives a shit. anonymous 1 hour ago
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Trump's hands moved lower, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of Wondy's pants, his breath hot on the developer's neck, his voice a growl, "I want you, Wondy. I want to feel you, all of you." Wondy, his eyes glazed with lust, his body trembling, could only nod, his hands gripping Trump's shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of his suit, a silent plea for more, for everything. Trump's hands were rough, his touch urgent, his need overwhelming, as he pushed Wondy's pants down, his eyes feasting on the developer's body, his cock hard and ready, a symbol of his power, his desire, his dominance. Trump turned Wondy around, his hands gripping the developer's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his breath hot on Wondy's neck, his voice a growl, "I'm going to take you, Wondy. I'm going to make you mine."
Trump's cock pressed against Wondy's ass, the developer's body trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his mind a whirl of anticipation, fear, and a twisted sense of honor. Trump's hands were rough, his grip tight, his touch urgent, as he pushed his cock into Wondy's ass, the developer's body resisting, his muscles clenching, his breath hitching in his throat. Trump's cock was thick, his thrusts deep, his rhythm steady, his need overwhelming, as he pounded into Wondy, his body a machine of desire, his mind a whirl of power, of dominance, of conquest. Wondy's moans filled the air, his body trembling, his mind a whirl of pleasure, of pain, of a twisted, obscene sense of honor, as he was taken, as he was claimed, as he was made Trump's.
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