I don't mind repeating this as I directed at you. Quote; "What a dumbass thing to say, but then again a long time ago we were "friends" and like a dumbass, you decided to delete me because my views on something or another didn't align with yours. You, as like many others, run in a "pack". Bravenewone appeared not to be afraid to be a lone wolf, a leader, not a follower, an independent thinker."

It wasn't all that long ago that Skittles was after you because he felt that you were a "bottom piss boy". Oh dear, oh dear.....I defended your dumbass back then. Run with the pack if that makes you feel mighty.

I’m just saying if everyone had a college degree there would be no one to do the grunt work thus causing America 🇺🇸 to loose its back bone we need both only the super smart people seem to forget that or they just flat out look down there nose at us

For the record, bella! I come from a working-class family. I was the first person--from either side of my family--to attend and graduate from college. My Mom's father worked on the railroad his entire life. When my Dad (whose father was a coal miner) left the Navy, my Grandpap got him a job on the railroad as well; where he remained employed until he retired. Dad started on the rail crew and worked his way up to foreman and then supervisor. During the last two summers while I was in college, I worked on that same railroad on the rail crew, laying track, carrying ties, and driving spikes. The money I earned went to pay for my tuition, so my folks wouldn't have to. That's not the only "labor" job I've held in my life, and I have never been afraid of hard work, or ashamed of doing it.
I have never looked down my nose at anyone who works hard to earn a living, because that's how my family earned their way in life, and how they raised me.
My Dad made me promise him, when I was just a kid, that I would work hard in school so that I could use my brain to earn a paycheck instead of doing back-breaking work like all of the other people in my family did. I worked my ass off--mentally and physically--to keep that promise to him. When I got my degree, my Dad was probably more proud of it than I was...

Oh hey part timer there you are you couldn’t push a wheel barrel if your life depends on it I seen the little garden cart you use by the way you look mighty cute in your bib overalls with your little rubber gloves sticking out of your back pocket and your straw hat on and your much younger white lover sleeping in the chair take your hat off so we can see your bald black head
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I bet you squat to pee don’t you

Uh, around these parts, it's a "wheel bar".
And I pushed em full of some kind of shit growing up alot as we raised horses and other animals.

Get to fuck!