there’s a particular kind of unfreedom that the ballot has never once addressed because the ballot cannot address what the ballot requires. and what the ballot requires is that some of us remain the floor. the awful truth we should come to terms with is that to exist is to be able to say “at least i’m not a nigger”... because everything, yes including humanity, must have a metric. must have a bottom. and the bottom is us. if u don’t know where the floor is u will keep falling through it surprised, and u have been falling through it surprised for two hundred and fifty years of ballots and broken reconstructions and betrayed coalitions and murdered panthers and imprisoned assatas and u are STILL surprised. stop being surprised. the floor is the floor. now what. this bread-and-circus arena is designed for your disorientation to leave u ripe for the scam that is amerikkka, masterfully executed by the disciples of PT barnum. these are the distributors of your ballot, and u have permission to vote for their lion-…