You don’t jack around Alec Baldwin and not expect some kind of response. It’s like poking Godzilla in the ass with a Bikini Atoll survivor. When the long arm of the fascist state arrested Alec for riding his bike the wrong way on Fifth Avenue, they didn’t stop a man, they started a war. A war of ideals that all men, most especially Alec Baldwin, have certain inalienable rights. Including the right to order liquor store deliveries after midnight and some others important ones he can’t remember right now. You could smell the middle finger to authority as Alec put on his big boy action face and rode his bike the wrong way across an East Village street. Even his cold pressed juice in its environmentally friendly blue reusable tote looked ready to tussle . Some say Alec’s drinking kale, others, wheatgrass with ginger. I say Alec Baldwin is drinking pure fuck you. Whichever direction Alec Baldwin rides is the right way.
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