Okay, I wrote the last post, and I kind of regret it. I do have something to say, I was just hesitant to say it. Realistically, I have a lot to say right now, but I’m trying to be selective about it. But I also know that getting things off my chest feels pretty good, so I think I’m going to lean into that with this post.

My mother and my sister are apparently far right “anti-vaxx” goons. My sister has wanted to be a physical therapy assistant since she was small and had seen PT’s working with disabled children on TV commercials. “I want to do that!” she would say. Then COVID happened. My sister got some weird ideas stuck in her head from the inbred morons she was dating. She got into “mudding” and “pink camo”, so that tells you what sort of garbage she found herself dating. I guess the garbage rubbed off, because she refused to get vaccinated when the COVID vaccines finally hit. Now my sister has given up on this supposedly life-long dream in order to pursue a lower paying career that doesn’t have vaccine requirements.

I’ve typed and erased the first line of this post a few times already. Sometimes the hardest part of having your own soapbox is not knowing what you want to say in the moment. I guess I don’t always have opinions that are actively trying to claw their way out of my brain. Sometimes my opinions are more than happy to exist without popping their heads up or making themselves known. I know it doesn’t look that way on the outset, but it’s true.

I am a tired person these days. It’s not a physical exhaustion so much. You know how society drives “respect your elders” and “you should always treat your parents respectfully because without them you wouldn’t exist”? Well, imagine for a moment that your parent is really unconcerned with your feelings. Taking it a step further, what if that parent had unreasonable expectations to boot? Now lets string this situation along for literal decades. Sprinkle in a mixture of supporting cast that alternates between “wow, that’s fucked up” and “why don’t you just apologize?”

The debate performance that has everyone up in arms really is just the beginning. Every corner of the internet that’s watching closely is screaming at the computer monitor or cell phone screen as fascism begins to creep up. Everything is going to hell in a handbasket, and all you have to do is lie to people about giving a shit. These dealers in misery, brokers of despair, they’re selling US citizens for pittances. People like Jason Miller who knocked a woman up and then poisoned her with plan B.

Holy fucking shit. That’s really all I can say about the debate last night. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The Democrats are really banking on the whole “don’t vote Satan into the White House again” strategy, when I’m not entirely sure the left has that kind of endurance. In all reality, I don’t think anyone has that kind of endurance. It’s a huge ask for an entire population to maintain vigilance. An enormous ask. A large enough ask that makes me wonder what the hell kind of a strategy this is.

There’s a distinct air of incoming depression, if not at least recession. The number of open jobs is still higher than the number of unemployed people, but each is trending in the opposite direction in a bad way. I can’t personally say whether or when the axe will fall. I don’t really know anything more than anyone else. All I really know is that I’ve been told in school over and over again that capitalism is a sine wave of expansion and contraction, though the ripples are supposed to increase in intensity over time. That means extreme expansion and extreme crontraction. The wildest part is that we’ve currently sailed into this mess riding a wild crest of previously unheard of prosperity for the top one percent of the country. Every other class also did well, just not as well as those on the very top.

Everyone’s more than accustomed to pride and black history months, but I think the puzzle piece few are paying attention to would be the amount of money dumped into those months by American corporations. While those months are reminders for everyone on the hardships endured by people classified as minority groups, they’re meant for being celebrated by the public at large. Corporations are not party to the public at large. They don’t represent us, our wishes, or our voices. They are parasites telling you you’re worth less than the spooge that made you. So if that’s true, why are corporations just such “good guys” and pouring so much money into these events?

It’s interesting to me how we continue to allow debate on already settled matters such as “your religion is not my ethical quandry” and “I don’t care how you feel about it, you’re not even involved”. If everyone understood these matters as settled, “hot topics” such as abortion would already be constitutionally protected.

Instead we suffer these absolute cunts of humans who try and govern us as if we were all members of the same church. No, that’s not reality, that’s not how it works. At some point I would like to unmask the masked asshole, to find the culprits behind this moronic “war of feelings”. I highly doubt it goes all the way to the Vatican. Not much does, to be honest. It’s all just a puppet show, publicly and behind the scenes. The real ne’er-do-wells are corporate in nature, striving to add to their golden parachutes. We all have a common enemy and he’s wearing a suit and talking about pleasing shareholders. It’s well past time we fired this douche. Eventually we need to fire them all. There are many problems in the world and firing them seems like the most fitting solution.