My gosh, what a beautiful narrative. First paragraph:
“The mourners filled an enormous church to remember Michael Brown — a 'gentle giant,' aspiring rapper and recent high school graduate on his way to a technical college…”
“Gentle giant”? More like a “giant genital”, haw haw. Anyway, the story only gets worse. Read it if you're a masochist.
Maybe I'm just jealous. Our national leaders call the decent people of the heartland every filthy name in the book; meanwhile the nasty punk that perpetrates a strong-arm robbery and then beats a policeman becomes an instant saint.
