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What the Fuck, People?

I used to write about politics a lot.  I had to make the conscious decision to stop because it was just so negative.  We are talking six or seven years ago when congress was just regular useless.  I thought it was bad then nut noooooooo.  It turns out that the shit just started storming.

How did we get here?  Donald Fucking Trump went from firing Gary Busey to picking 2 Supreme Court Justices.  That's completely ridiculous, yet, here we are.

V for Vendetta is one of my favorite movies and in one of the opening scenes he railed the entire nation of England for shutting the fuck up while things went completely to shit.  Even though I've watched that part 100 times, here I sat, watching the world burn.

This is how it happens.  The indifference of good men and all that shit.

It's so seductive.  Just keep your head down and keep plugging away.  Then you look up one day and the government is kidnapping children.  Then you log on to twitter and Stacey Dash is defending that shit.  Then you're wondering how somebody with an ass that perfect could be so horrible.  What the fuck, guys?

 As angry as I am with ICE agents establishing a reign of terror, I'm more mad at myself for letting these fucks rip families apart in my name.  They say they are doing this for me and won't listen when I say to fucking stop.

Yeah, I didn't vote for 45.  I don't support Racism Smurf's policies but the one thing that I can do is just say something... and I haven't.

I started blogging because I wanted to use my voice and I just plain gave it away.  That shit is over.  I didn't want to step on the toes of friends and relatives and be divisive but you know what.  Fuck their toes.  This shit is unacceptable and I have to say so before the storm troopers come to get me.

If I'm to be silent, let it be because my throat is cut, not because I held my tongue.

Do you know why the police tell you that you have the right to remain silent?  Because you also have the right not to be.  If the things that I say can be used against me, let it be.  I would rather my words hurt me rather than my silence.

That being said, let's dish.  Our government is kidnapping children.  Affirmative action is dying with the sole purpose of supporting white supremacy.  Women are losing their reproductive rights and LeBron plays for the fucking Lakers.  Shit is stupid.

So let's go.  I'm gonna start talking about your dumb ass president again.  I'm going to start fights on Facebook and spend Saturday mornings arguing with MAGA hats on twitter.  Discussion is the cornerstone of democracy and I live in a place that would rather I didn't be free but fuck 'em.

These bitches ain't got me yet.
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