Whenever he gets too drunk to maintain his Valencia serenade, Mission troubadour Omer retreats to the mural wall across the street from my house, right next to the mockingbird car alarm tree. Instrument skills extinguished for the night due to inebriated motor reflexes, he nonetheless continues the show and resorts to borderline racism and half-baked paranoia, even if there is no audience. While it was too dark to really see what was going on, I’m sure you’ll recognize the voice.
Full disclosure: If you choose NOT to listen to these rants of his, you will probably end up smarter for it. I, on the other hand, do not have much of a choice!
Omer extols us to study the Constitution, and he wonders where Obama is from:
Omer rallies against gentrification and apologizes for the sorry state in which his hero Jimmy Carter left our country:
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