Victor Valladares and Oscar Rodriguez are still under some misguided impression that anybody gives two shits about their opinion.
Valladares has been outed as violent, alcoholic thug and Oscar continues his pathetic routine of playing the goofy sidekick to Valladares “Activista” straight-man.
Unlike Victor, Lenore Albert-Sheridan is someone from the progressive contingent that I actually respect and admire.
Victor makes fucking pizzas off the books for cash and can’t be bothered to pay his child support.
Yet, he functions politically, through sugar daddy contributions from a variety of odd benefactors.
His recent veiled comments regarding Albert -Sheridan had me spitting out my coffee, laughing…
In Valladares small defective mind, everybody is plotting against him.
And it’s all a result of … you guessed it…”racism”.
Like I’ve said many times, if your whole existence is filtered though the lens of “Race”…
If you impart a “Racial Component” to your analysis of every aspect of your life…. You …are a fucking racist.
Valladares, who cant carry Albert-Sheridan’s Handbag, throws out this tripe…
Earth to Victor… you don’t matter anymore.
Nobody gives a fuck what you think or who you endorse.
Go back in the garage and go pound a few beers with Vern and Oscar.
And while you are at it, go get a real fucking job.
If that doesn’t work out, you and Oscar can always be Luchadoras….
” Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome to the ring…
Dos chicos que piensan que importan…!