Non veni pacem mittere, sed gladium.
There will be no more of those if Bernie Sanders becomes president. The war on the weather will tame the planet, and there will be nothing but rainbows and unicorns.
I, for one, can't wait for all the gumdrops and skittles to fall from the sky and into my mouth.
Before you go down to the welfare office, do the spray-on tan and perm deal. They may offer you the presidency of the NAACP in addition to your free ObamaPhone and government cheese.
If I self identify as black/brown/yellow/red, then I am!