The whole goddamn thing, maybe. All my family members have been looking for jobs that ghost their interviews for the past 9 months. COVID is still raging. Crackers still slab Black folk out by the dozen, and they don’t even need police badges to do it anymore. The country is simultaneously burning on one side and drowning on the other. The sky is still strangling under our emissions that we’ve sworn like three different times that we’re gonna reduce, while cranking them higher!
I’m so fucking tired. I genuinely hope we get invaded, or attacked, or something that could remove me from this existence. I don’t want it anymore if it has to be spent dying next to these barbarous neocolonial crackers, and the second Axis of Evil they cosign. I literally had an existential breakdown the other day that if anyone comes to dig up our bones a few hundred years after all is said and done-- if against all odds, a humanity still interested in the humanities still exists, I will be unintelligible from the fascist crackers that drove this country-- and this planet-- into the abyss, and it broke what was left of my goddamn heart.
The whole goddamn thing, maybe. All my family members have been looking for jobs that ghost their interviews for the past 9 months. COVID is still raging. Crackers still slab Black folk out by the dozen, and they don’t even need police badges to do it anymore. The country is simultaneously burning on one side and drowning on the other. The sky is still strangling under our emissions that we’ve sworn like three different times that we’re gonna reduce, while cranking them higher!
I’m so fucking tired. I genuinely hope we get invaded, or attacked, or something that could remove me from this existence. I don’t want it anymore if it has to be spent dying next to these barbarous neocolonial crackers, and the second Axis of Evil they cosign. I literally had an existential breakdown the other day that if anyone comes to dig up our bones a few hundred years after all is said and done-- if against all odds, a humanity still interested in the humanities still exists, I will be unintelligible from the fascist crackers that drove this country-- and this planet-- into the abyss, and it broke what was left of my goddamn heart.
Every evening I pray I wake up to hear that a US aircraft carrier is at the bottom of the ocean somewhere.
Rogue Admiral Sestak goes full ‘90s Jerry Bruckheimer villain and torpedoes an aircraft carrier because the U.S. has too many of them.
<< SALVATION!! >> [massive-ass railgun noise]