Waiting For Baderinwa by Charles M. Fraser, The Story of Malcolm and Sade

Edited, From June 28, 2023: Time flies and ambitions require so much direct involvement. So realizing, the television celebrity, Sade Baderinwa, must know celebritized Elton John Band Baltimore member Guy Babylon? Ms. Baderinwa's town. Well,  

pleasantly thought, at least, admiring one news reader wouldn't necessarily disrupt my objectivity. But didn't kid myself. My heart was enveloped the first moment she was introduced to New York viewers the very first time. A generation back. Little memories flooded me, as in how we've gotten by the last nine months since figured out. Anyway. Guy Babylon and I years ago, late 1970s knew Elton was ahead of time. 

Well Guy Babylon and I years ago, late 1970s knew Elton was ahead of his time 

    And so the Male Hierarchy Office Soap Opera that's plagued us these nine months? Two adults who figured out a mutual respect since last June. That was staggered around as if they're being blamed's unacceptable. Roy Cohn braindead. 

    After all, "Shrill Face" Bill did exaggerate his brain's status' standing. Declaring his, Bill Ritter, not knowing who I am meant anything. When faces don't shimmer delight like that, unless shimmering, and simmering, on ruling around you. Then, he was gone as if he'd left any sentences meaningful. Drivel. 

    Who cares if you believe it. Regardless, one night in the waning months of the pandemic, Lester Holt of NBC was set up down in the northern section of Battery Park City.  Under their canopy, in the nice wide park-Median between the car lanes. With a two crew, he and I briefly scanned each other. Him light chuckle and something said with crew about casual observer. Though just a passing glance from both us. Real. But you? Ritter? Forget it. Real people don't design real life staged. But since you did? Contrived. 

    Sade and I really shouldn't have to deal with someone proven so far below second rate. However nice and important DISNEY/ABC/Ritter's propped up investment deems necessary to remain. Statuesque representation of Male Hierarchy Figurehead Sham-ism, if there ever was one. And there's an incorrigible load of you terrible Schutzstaffel Armand Hammer Ruin World Consortium Babblers. Click a link if confused how thoroughly disgust is with you, HERR RITTER!

    Oil Industry has no shame. Scapegoating Editorial from McCormick's Chicago Tribune Legacy. 

    Your babbling news satisfies. But I can't stand your voice. And I don't hate people. That disgusting. Makes no sense to apologize to Sade either. Far as can be seen, a lot of women, and people in general, knew you're a scumbag Ritter. Before I was shoved, or shoved myself. Don't care. My honor destroyed accusing men of caring only for themselves. Constructing a whole wealth of jealousy Ritter Riddlezations to stand behind. Pretending necessary to devour whatever's less than Pinhead's Status. 

    Right? Didn't want FALSE FACE if False face didn't continue his necessariness, haunting his bro Armand Hammer's Nemesis. So right up through Robert Iger's _SS too? Another top heavy chaotic self-serving vicious Ritterish riddled top. SCOUNDRELISM! SCUMBAGS. Just because there are more, more guilty? Doesn't mean you Ritter are less a crock of crap. So just? Just ____ off. 

    Face motives somehow. Monopolists' Conquistador Sycophants. There's knowledge beyond the lower "pay grade" of understanding held by Mr. effervescent facial blunder of wonder, Pinhead Leader Shrill Bill. Probably never met an

occasion his superior attitude wasn't just coasting. Ted Baxter was even capable of embarrassment.

    Won't stop waiting on what she directs. PERIOD. Waiting on Sade. As disruptive as this has been for me, it most certainly can't have been a picnic for you. And you were so cool. Your eyes, the last time. I was melting in there and froze before our last two words were spoken. Oh yeah. THOSE TWO MEAN EVERYTHING. How couldn't I live for next? How it's always been between us, since we figured out.

    What? What dingbats interfered with. Not letting us talk. When outside that 66 and Columbus ABC-7 window, there for just us. Nonsense, deprived quite long enough. 

    Looking for you, Monday. Day after EASTER. Unless you find me EASTER at church? 😇💝😎