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Cake day: June 21st, 2023

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  • People will feel the economic impact like a freight train here pretty soon, and hopefully that pisses off the idiot cult enough to make them turn on the republican party. They might not ever turn on trump, but I think his base will turn on the party quick once they start to really struggle. Then maybe we can rebuild some of this madness, invest in science and education, and have a reasonably well educated populas; and then maybe fascism will die.

    Most likely wishful thinking. I’ve lived long enough to see my political efforts fall completely flat or get reversed outright. The people who share my viewpoints either can’t be bothered, for some fucking crazy reason, or insist to “play by the rules”. Fuck the rules, they don’t play by the rules. It’s time to get a fucking spine and fight back, but we’ve been given too much bread and too many circuses, so much that at least half of us would rather collapse society than share or take less.

    We are vain, narcissistic, horrible little parasites that feel entitled to impose our will how we see fit. Yes, at the moment I mean this strongly about Myself and fellow Americans, but this disaster is far from unique to us. Countless species extinct, counteless lives taken, countless pain inflicted. Human beings are the apex invasive species, and there is no one at all to put us into check. It’s hard to feel like any of this is undeserved, and it’s foolish to think we deserve anything at all.

    I generally try to be positive, and you can save your fingers from debating with me. I just don’t care anymore. We could kill ourselves tomorrow and I would only feel relief for the life that will thrive without us fucking it all up. Fuck every last one of us.





  • “Okay, look, I understand this may be presenting as if I am in a manic episode, I get it. And I get that I have pulled every item from the storage room and am now in the process of reorganizing the entire basement. And yes, it is 3 A.M., but I really don’t see how that is relevant. Honestly, have you considered that I am going to need a lot more space to keep all the wood I just found on the side of the road? I swear, it’s like you don’t support my much-loved woodworking hobby I started 6 hours ago.”

    "Oooh, you know what? I’m going to give in and just build an extension to the garage for a new workshop. No, I don’t know how to build anything, but I have resources and it can’t be that difficult. It’ll be done in three days, I really feel like you underestimate just how motivated of a person I am. "

    Two weeks later, I’m hyper-ventilating in the fetal position on the floor of my closet when the city cops come out to say something has to be done with the rotting shit-wood awkwardly slapped together and nailed to the side of the garage.