28th June 2022
Do I really a supporter of the torch and pitchfork style on welcoming committees? I never was, but my belligerent peasant clothing is fitting rather well this season. I have attempted the jovial persona many a while, but suspicion and fatigue have marred my welcoming outfit, leaving no time or patience for latecomers.
Name me a rapscallion, I wear the label gladly, and will man barricades with the fervor of a Parisian worried by the unconscionable acts of aristocrats.