Hi, everybody. This is Gadsat for the Sat Truth. I'm delighted to report that I received a few

passages to review from the lobotomized cacklers' new book, Kamala Harris. And so I'd like to read

you a few sections. I think I was wrong because it does look quite riveting.

You ready?

Here we go.

He looked at the sand, picking up a handful.

He wondered how many grains were in his hand.

Hundreds of thousands?

Not enough, he said under his breath, I need more.

The picket fence had stood for years without any issue. That's all it was. A simple white

picket fence. Why it had all of a sudden become a lightning rod within the community was still unbelievable to most.

Yet a community that had once lived in harmony was now divided in bitter hatred,

and it had everything to do with the white picket fence.

Another option you have is choosing the number of syllables in the words you speak.

You probably have never considered this option before, but you have it every time you open your

mouth and speak. You make so many choices like this that you never even think about,

but you have the choice with each one. What are you going to do with this knowledge? She sat deep in

thought. The next word that came out of her mouth would likely be the most important word of her

life. It had to be exact with no possibility of being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked

deeply into his eyes and said, octopus.

I guess we could discuss the implications of the phrase meant to be.

That is, if we wanted to drown ourselves in a sea of backwardly referential semantics and other mumbo-jumbo.

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