What I have seen, on the way to work one morning:

Bitch in heat, mounted, 'he' had fallen over backwards and was laying on his back, 'she' was straining forward like a husky pulling a sled...........

.... all while, the rest of the neighborhood 'pack' was chewing him a new azz, 'he' was trying to fight them off, snarling and snapping while being drug across the road, on his back, feet in the air, by his di(k...........


"...A man's rights rest in three boxes: the ballot box, the jury box and the cartridge box..." Frederick Douglass, 1867

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