Unhappy Camper
Poor baby
Comment from my post Lucking Out:
This is the photo in question. For the record, these are not my hands, nor am I this color. Also, I’ve never played poker.
Those who create these racial bots should at least provide them with some semblance of logic. But, in case this an actual person, this comment provides an additional observation for the premise of the earlier post: the unhappy-unlucky want to splash the neck-deep feces that is a constant in their lives onto as many others as possible.
Here's my umbrella. Yours, too.
Don’t let this person make you angry. I don’t. In fact, these types of comments motivate me. They let me know that I’m on the right track and, therefore, make me happy.
Okay then... this is my first time seeing an actual race card. Four, in fact.
Though I gotta say, they look the same as any other card... so maybe I've been seeing them all along and never realized? Anyway, much obliged ma'am.
Comments like that one always remind me to remember who my real, eternal, forever family really is, that there are corpse worshipping zombies all around us, the adversary is ever moving to and fro seeking to devour, and that you, dear Juliette, are a conduit of light and reality straight from The Spirit. I pray you always stay strong and faithful, recognizing the source. We wrestle not against flesh and blood. If this was a an evil bot comment, I'll pray for the zombie sinner who is under the influence and desperately needs rescue who sent it out hoping to cause harm and hurt (and failing, really pathetic), or for the deluded zombie who thinks their pitiful comments are hitting the mark (the aren't). And I thank God for you and your reminders of healing and sanity. Hang in there, you are loved.