 Cincinnati’s “brawl” is no brawl—a black mob chimp-out targeting white victims, with cops and media pulling gaslight double-duty. White dads, time to give kids “The Talk” to survive black America, where justice sides with predators and excuses savagery. Scolding mommy cop and Cluster B justice system reversals get shredded. Woke lunacy follows: jealous hags raging over Sydney Sweeney’s rack and a WNBA wig fiasco. Closes with raw truth on gay life—glamour’s a scam, regrets hit hard, paradise chased but never found. Politics, culture, psychopathy, unfiltered. 

<p>&nbsp;Cincinnati&rsquo;s &ldquo;brawl&rdquo; is no brawl&mdash;a black mob chimp-out targeting white victims, with cops and media pulling gaslight double-duty. White dads, time to give kids &ldquo;The Talk&rdquo; to survive black America, where justice sides with predators and excuses savagery. Scolding mommy cop and Cluster B justice system reversals get shredded. Woke lunacy follows: jealous hags raging over Sydney Sweeney&rsquo;s rack and a WNBA wig fiasco. Closes with raw truth on gay life&mdash;glamour&rsquo;s a scam, regrets hit hard, paradise chased but never found. Politics, culture, psychopathy, unfiltered.&nbsp;</p>

Four years ago, I woke from a spell that I had been under since childhood.  After decades of torment, I recognized my mother for what she truly was: a personality-disordered abuser.  She wasn't the victim she had always claimed to be.  Then I saw the same behavior and abuse tactics being adopted and applauded by the social justice left.

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