US government assistance on easter vacation: remember to get shots for spicy foods

In an effort to steal more than five dollars from your Social Security Disability and other checks when you could have sworn the amount direct deposited was more, but even your bank statement says no, since yesterday, you have to thank today for an unholy connubium between the family of the Wizard of Iz, formerly known as Isabella, whom resemble the First Queen in the future, Michelle Obama and a contact of Angela Black Power Davis stalking me in a well mannered chatty way on 54th street. The Gonzales of Queens College clone, did not surprise in her wish to exile me from Spain, then have me sit for hours in a fan cooled HRA room with the fan turned off so I could imagine air circulation, and receiving the accurate amounts for my benefits, while the latter turned a much anticipated leaf, since

1) we're not all black
     and
2) we're all citizens.

So, the latter day saint turns her cheek toward me Jack flashing me a right profile, demonstrating beyond the shadow of a doubt she is among the elect while I get thrown to sharks after they gouge my right eye out for a quick Hungarian snack, before blowing me and eating my spleen, and says:

"Ale, you old communist!"

Further news,
I'm a member of the Italian communist party, which I would find an honor if I had paid my dues. Rumor has it I was enrolled by a fascist estranged cousin who contributed to defaming me so much two entire neighborhoods in Napoli switched name, one into a subtle play where I would be hanged for supporting anti Nazis during WWII, and the other to process false arrests and trials involving the liberal element which, along with the Taliban, agree women should work. My father once told me that I would make a fine lawyer since I found a plausible excuse for everything with ease, and she thought that would cast aspersions more than Viale Claudio, or some guy I had a crush on who I only saw once at a party in my teens, but we both liked rock and roll, so for her, we were by nature groupies, him a little less by hair color. For this epitome of justice, who may have contributed to her father and mother's deaths, she will not let me recant from my previous communist vocation.

Let me just make this absolutely clear:

I find the Italian communist parties worthy of nothing but admiration, and love for the work they do for others, for the environment for the country and the world by sustaining equality and justice for all. I will never think otherwise. It's really a no brainer, if you stop listening to Dixie whistling an overcooked rice glom in your head.

As far as I checked, nothing has changed, except the level of greed of some of its claim to faimants.

Thank you.