ICE Agents Have A Mental Illness

If you work for ICE, you have a mental illness. “What goes around comes around.” Why step on the toes of your own destruction? There are too many reasons to not fuck with people the way ICE does. To ignore them all and work for ICE tells me you don’t care about anything, not even your ability to have a life.

If you work for ICE

  • I’ll piss on your grave

  • You’ll choke on your own spit

  • My ego sees you as worthless trash and my soul sees you as having many births in order to burn off all the bad karma you accrued in this life

  • You’ll trip on your bootlaces

  • If you have children, they despise you (unless you abused them with brainwashing techniques)

  • All your coworkers are filled with fear and just as fragile as you

  • The job you do is a “suitcase off the Queen Mary,” and you accomplished pissing off more people

  • Realize you’ll be dead in less than 100 years and if you’re thought of at all, you’ll hear it from your piss-soaked grave

Motorcycles

Don’t ride the line. The closer a motorcycle hugs the dividing line….the dumber they are. You don’t belong on the road at all. Get the the fuck out of the Black Hills. Your poor family gets asked how you died….”two-wheels made them feel immortal and king shit of who-cares-about anybody but me.” Your ignorance or confidence, hard to tell which, at your ability to not cross over the line doesn’t comfort anyone, you piece of shit. Don’t come to Sturgis. Don’t come to South Dakota, to exercise your death-wish-desires. Fuck you and your mom and the dumb faberge egg you rode in on.

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