But what about the OPTICS?!! Is the middle of a possibly deadly pandemic really an inclusive time for Republicans to pounce on efforts to unify against potentially inciting Far Right institutions of systemic violence against black and brown bodies?!! How am I supposed to explain this to my 6 year old little girl whose tear-stained eyes are witnessing intersectional environmental injustices and whose sobbing voice begs for equity when she asks me how human lives can be illegal?
Limping away from my afternoon trans-power waterboarding enlightenment session, I stumble on the cold stone steps of the De-radicalization centre, and a purple-wigged tolerance counselour kicks me hard in the back, planting my face into the freezing mud.
“TO THE LINE, BIGOT!” Xhe delivers another set of swift kicks, and the swelling taste of blood disappears in a wash of searing rib pain and blinding wind-driven sleet running salt against my lifted eyes. “SIXTEEN FEET!”
I leave the tattered remains of one rat-hide slipper in the mud as I scramble to escape the blows. “GROW EQUITY! STAY THE SAY!” Half-hobbling, half running, my twisted ankle groaning, xher slogan-teachings fade into the howling wind and swinging chain-lines of the volunteers digging molded potatoes in the St. Floyd Peace Garden. I take my place, fall to my knees, brush away a clump of sod that turns out to be a frozen rat.
Ha! A poisoned rat, a blessing! Left out by last night’s labor-layers, mine, all mine, for me! I spit out a tooth fragment and dig with the three fingers left on my only hand, and muffle the cry of mad laughter gathering in my choked throat, thinking of the new slippers I can make, the stew I can brew or trade for writing sticks or even half a cig, ah, to light a cig and sit back, listening to Joes Ho tell lies on the radio loudspeaker, resting, resting in an easy chair by the warm fire, the fire so warm from the whole world burning...
“Hey.” I snap back from my reverie at the clear sharp voice directly behind my head. “Hey. You there.”
Is it a re-education judge? A unity commissar? A king Chaz? I cower and tremble, afraid to turn and face the new pain, afraid to lose another fleeting moment with my frozen pocketed treasure.
I try to speak but nothing comes out except a hoarse whisper that disgusts me. My MAGA is low, I’m nothing now, a worthless husk left over, with no voice, no gun, no way to make MAGA, discarded here until I to learn to love diversity and accept the cryptobug.
“I want to tell you.” It’s a man’s voice. A man. Not a xir or xhim, or a xirr. The voice is hard, and smooth, like... like a granite countertop, like from before the Bidening, the kind of countertop people used to have in their houses, the big houses with electricity and even heat, and doors to all the rooms.
I turn to face the man’s voice, and the wind suddenly goes quiet against my ears, and the throbbing from my bloody lip is silent.
“I want to tell you that Tucker Carlson is a fucking Cuck.”
Before I can lift my eyes, he has turned, and his figure disappears into the blow. He was dressed like me, another camp guest here, and I never saw his face before, but I know him! I know him, and I push out with all the air in my lungs, over the cracked rib, with all my last MAGA I try and then my voice rises up through my bruised throat and soars passed my bloody lips into the air, to be heard across the whole camp: “Anaconda! Anaconda! They let fags like you in here?”
trump was the only non-cucked entity the past 5 years. he's gone (for now) so it looks really bad. the GOP now are even more cucked than pre-2016, LMAO
Are you kidding? Even the ones that have sided with him publicly (looking at you Ted) are just doing so to try and co-opt MAGA into their RINO uniparty agenda. If we don't replace each and every one of these hacks with honest to god patriots come next election, America really will be over
And so help me GOD if I have to explain that post title is FUCKING SARCASM.
But are they stern in tone?????
It be like that.
Well I definitely feel satisfied then, no need for any actual action.
All tough talk and more Uniparty fundraising opportunities.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Yup, they've got my vote.
Funny you should mention that...
It do, it do
If Lindsey didn’t write them then I don’t want to hear about it
I have a cousin named Lindsey. She's a chick.
So is Lindsey Graham
Perhaps terse.
Legends say some of the words were in all caps too
Bold print!
Did they spell check them?
They're ill tempered.
But what about the OPTICS?!! Is the middle of a possibly deadly pandemic really an inclusive time for Republicans to pounce on efforts to unify against potentially inciting Far Right institutions of systemic violence against black and brown bodies?!! How am I supposed to explain this to my 6 year old little girl whose tear-stained eyes are witnessing intersectional environmental injustices and whose sobbing voice begs for equity when she asks me how human lives can be illegal?
HAWR ABSOLUTELY D🙌🏼A🙌🏽R🙌🏾E🙌🏿 YOO XIR?!
fuck...you nailed it
the year is 2041...
Limping away from my afternoon trans-power waterboarding enlightenment session, I stumble on the cold stone steps of the De-radicalization centre, and a purple-wigged tolerance counselour kicks me hard in the back, planting my face into the freezing mud.
“TO THE LINE, BIGOT!” Xhe delivers another set of swift kicks, and the swelling taste of blood disappears in a wash of searing rib pain and blinding wind-driven sleet running salt against my lifted eyes. “SIXTEEN FEET!”
I leave the tattered remains of one rat-hide slipper in the mud as I scramble to escape the blows. “GROW EQUITY! STAY THE SAY!” Half-hobbling, half running, my twisted ankle groaning, xher slogan-teachings fade into the howling wind and swinging chain-lines of the volunteers digging molded potatoes in the St. Floyd Peace Garden. I take my place, fall to my knees, brush away a clump of sod that turns out to be a frozen rat.
Ha! A poisoned rat, a blessing! Left out by last night’s labor-layers, mine, all mine, for me! I spit out a tooth fragment and dig with the three fingers left on my only hand, and muffle the cry of mad laughter gathering in my choked throat, thinking of the new slippers I can make, the stew I can brew or trade for writing sticks or even half a cig, ah, to light a cig and sit back, listening to Joes Ho tell lies on the radio loudspeaker, resting, resting in an easy chair by the warm fire, the fire so warm from the whole world burning...
“Hey.” I snap back from my reverie at the clear sharp voice directly behind my head. “Hey. You there.”
Is it a re-education judge? A unity commissar? A king Chaz? I cower and tremble, afraid to turn and face the new pain, afraid to lose another fleeting moment with my frozen pocketed treasure.
I try to speak but nothing comes out except a hoarse whisper that disgusts me. My MAGA is low, I’m nothing now, a worthless husk left over, with no voice, no gun, no way to make MAGA, discarded here until I to learn to love diversity and accept the cryptobug.
“I want to tell you.” It’s a man’s voice. A man. Not a xir or xhim, or a xirr. The voice is hard, and smooth, like... like a granite countertop, like from before the Bidening, the kind of countertop people used to have in their houses, the big houses with electricity and even heat, and doors to all the rooms.
I turn to face the man’s voice, and the wind suddenly goes quiet against my ears, and the throbbing from my bloody lip is silent.
“I want to tell you that Tucker Carlson is a fucking Cuck.”
Before I can lift my eyes, he has turned, and his figure disappears into the blow. He was dressed like me, another camp guest here, and I never saw his face before, but I know him! I know him, and I push out with all the air in my lungs, over the cracked rib, with all my last MAGA I try and then my voice rises up through my bruised throat and soars passed my bloody lips into the air, to be heard across the whole camp: “Anaconda! Anaconda! They let fags like you in here?”
Hey Chop, you're glorious. You a professional writer? I felt your pain.
Glorious
This is fantastic. Write a book of this. I'll pay you $50 for a paper copy, and so would a lot of others.
Think about it.
sadly. why must everything be so cucked?!? WHY!!?!?!??
trump was the only non-cucked entity the past 5 years. he's gone (for now) so it looks really bad. the GOP now are even more cucked than pre-2016, LMAO
a lot of them are scared to acknowledge they support the last president of the US from their party...
Are you kidding? Even the ones that have sided with him publicly (looking at you Ted) are just doing so to try and co-opt MAGA into their RINO uniparty agenda. If we don't replace each and every one of these hacks with honest to god patriots come next election, America really will be over
Thank you for explaining.
I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious