down with the despot and, i think, many people would agree: if an immigrant commits a crime, then that’s one crime too many, but, if an American commits a crime, that’s also one crime too many. As a mistress to the USA, AOC convinced me that Alex wasn’t just the woman that I was waiting for—she was the woman that most people, saving the red party, were waiting for. When it came to crime, she’d find a more reasonable solution than deploying the national guard in democratic areas.
She’d let local law enforcement do the jobs they were supposed to—and had been doing, since, for example, crime in DC was actually at historic lows—before the military got involved. Are you talking about me? Because my ears they are a-burnin’. . . i think i actually had the president on the line: but he was merely a vapor, and it wouldn’t be long, now, before he’d be removed from office.
Ok, so maybe that was wishful thinking because i’m being lazy and i don’t want to donate any money to anybody—campaign donations, on both sides of the aisle, should be limited to 20 dollars, enough said. There were all kind of changes I was looking forward to if the democrats took control of both the house and the senate—and if, as I hoped, Alexandria was elected.
Anyhow, no matter which democrat assumed leadership in the primary, one thing was certain: I was driving; I was playing offense. i had my claws in the president, and, in slow motion, for all to see, i was going to bring him down. He’d look, to a higher power, for help, if, that is, he stayed in office indefinitely (until he died, i guess) and, when he did that, he’d find that the more he pushed back the more he got pushed away, until he was in a Satan spiral on a one way course to suicide—and, if he still didn’t admit his condition, then he’d be driven to commit suicide again until he’d committed so many suicides that he was separated from his body and, in fact, never really existed both with respect to himself and everybody else.
Not here Alexandria said—but who was Alexandria? She was an x-factor that represented whatever was behind Alex—the real woman I was supposed to be with. Besides—citing this person that i wanted to be president by her nickname began to feel a little uncomfortable some of the time—maybe not all the time, but i needed to allow for the possibility that Alex was Alex and Alexandria was Alex as the president and or my confidante at the same time. I stuck with the same voice—the voice i heard on TV, though, so, in order to tell the difference, I had to rely on my intuition, and the confidence level of the person that I was speaking to—if it were Alex, then, i’d expect some pushback for assuming that, in the future, we had a chance together.
Alexandria, on the other hand, existed as a professional counterpart—one that did not rule out anything but also a person that would be unperturbed if I accosted her telepathically—(as long as i didn’t embarrass myself).
You can go with me Alexandria said, and, by that, i think she meant that i had the ability to move forward in my life as she moved forward in hers. In typical Alexandria style, she didn’t tell me one way or the other if she expected our paths to cross—which is what i really wanted to know.