Maybe she just thinks rape means something that she just doesn't like.

Yeah.

Like, oh, these stale chips are rape.

From the smallest room in New York City comes a show that gives you a reasonally raped

by now.

An emotionally disturbed miscreant with a razor.

Badgered and heckled a group of volunteers.

He approached him, handing out flyers in flat bush, screaming and cursing, within

mere steps the mayor's wife, First Lady Shirlane McCray. I can't stand volunteers,

helping others in their spare time, doing something to support the cause, thinking they're

better than regular people because they can't think of a hobby.

Chinless, vapid lemmings, clad and volunteer t-shirts.

Their spare time spent on sanctimony in the company of other masturbationists,

faux-active liberal team Brooklyn fuddy-duddies who vote with their khakis.

A emotionally disturbed man approached him, agitated, hollering.

A Brooklyn City Councilman, Jermaine Williams, asked the man, and calm down, calm down.

Now we got within 10 feet of the First Lady, one of the brave volunteers came over to block him.

Sizing up the volunteer, the post reports, the man screamed a gay slur.

They called him a faggot.

You know, to call a volunteer a faggot is an insult to faggots.

The man was subdued by cops, strapped onto a stretcher, and taken away for evaluation.

And maybe they'll charge him with second-degree interruption of a photo op as a hate crime.

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