When a population of 10,000 poor to middle class "indigenous folks" disappear, and only blue roofed buildings, and blue canopies are left standing, AND no one is looking for these people, NOR is the gubberment blob working hard to find any of them, my Spidey senses start to tingle, and my run on sentences get me into more trouble than I want them to.
When a population of 10,000 poor to middle class "indigenous folks" disappear, and only blue roofed buildings, and blue canopies are left standing, AND no one is looking for these people, NOR is the gubberment blob working hard to find any of them, my Spidey senses start to tingle, and my run on sentences get me into more trouble than I want them to.
When a population of 10,000 poor to middle class "indigenous folks" disappear, and only blue roofed buildings, and blue canopies are left standing, AND no one is looking for these people, NOR is the gubberment blob working hard to find any of them, my Spidey senses start to tingle, and my run on sentences get me into more trouble than I want them to.