THE (BLACK) NATIONALISATION OF (MAGA) PUSSIES - IWashington, 1st November 2025. Karoline leaves her office at dusk, tired after having to defend The Don from incessant attacks from the libshit vultures of CNN and MSNBC. She gets in her SUV and drives on the highway as her phone rings. It's her husband. "Hello sweetie, I just got the reservation for the restaurant", her man happily says. Karoline, with a resting bitch face, tries to fake some enthusiasm, "Oh lovely honey! I've been dying for some good sushi. See you in half an hour!". She hangs up and sighs in annoyance. Something is bothering the Mrs Leavitt. Her eyes gaze in the distance, joyless, soulless. Suddenly she hears a loud honk as she realises she is going to hit a truck. She smashes the brake and avoids collision by a few inches. She gasps and makes a hand gesture to the nearby drivers to apologise. A burly truck driver gets off his vehicle and starts to berate her, as he gets closer he realises who she is. "Oh darn it. Mrs Leavitt! I am so sorry, I did not know it's you!", he says. "Oh no, I'm the one in the wrong, I just lost focus for a moment. I'm so sorry!", she replies. "Ah it's alright. You got a lot on your plate these days. By the way, I love what your government is doing to these Uyghurs. Deport all of 'em!", the trucker says as he gets back into his machine. Karoline nods to him and smiles. As she is about to get the car going again, she notices a playground on the side of the road. The swingset catches her attention. It looks burned and wrecked. She starts hyperventilating and stops the car. She sits in silence for a moment. Her body tenses up and her eyes get teary. It's all coming back to her. She realises what is missing in her life.
Karoline calls her husband. "Hey honey, sorry I just got a call from the office and they urgently need me for a meeting", she says. "Really? We finally got the reservation!" her man replies. "I know, but they really need me. Apparently it's really high level stuff". "Alright my love, no worries. I will just order some Chinese food and play games with our boy. What time will you be back?" "I don't know honey, it may be an. all-nighter. Do not wait for me, you go to sleep. I have the spare keys, bye love". The moment she hangs up, she grabs her wheel and starts driving, with a motivated, enthusiastic face. She arrives in an upper middle class suburb and stops in front of a yard where an old black woman was water
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