The Power Of The People Is Greater Than The Will Of The Corrupt...
And other shit Tristan comes up with off the cuff.
Old school Bitchfaces, y’all know Tristan. My Scotsman, fellow angry motherfucker, hell of a riot, and MIA for last year or so, which had me chewing my nails, and clutching my pearls.
Well, he’s back. The title is one of his lines from today, along with some other profound shit that really gets me in my head. It’s one of the things I love about him. I can talk to him about anything, he always has some line that makes me completely develop something around it, and some other line that cracks me up.
Today, he delivered.
Welcome back, Tristan. I have missed you so. If you leave again, I’m going to have to come and find you, and my hair, that weather over there. Mm umm. Nope. Let’s just not.
I was so highly upset this morning. I’m already just distraught over my entire personal life at this point. Like, ugh. Basically, I hate everyone. Different from my usual hating everyone, because I don’t mean everyone usually. Today, pretty much everyone I fucking associate with in person can go and fuck themselves.
I’m over it. I meant what I said about the fuck around and find out policy, and I’ll be damned if folk ain’t trying to test it out. Well, whip out your fucking #2, buddy, because test this motherfucker we will.
People, they playing with me. And not in the dirty way, you fucking pervert, y’all know I have hangups.
Anyway, add to that this fucking idiocy they call a court. Fucking Bozos. But hey, what did we expect? Did we expect them to act like we’re grown ass women who can make decisions for ourselves? Please.
But, they did manage to protect the rights of gunowners. Now, I’m a Southern woman. Y’all know I love my guns. Y’all know I love my country. I haven’t changed a bit on any of that.
However, we’re on a very fast track to becoming Utah. You know, where we are forced to be married off to the highest bidding old man in the congregation? That Utah.
Go ahead and think I’m exaggerating. Let’s revisit this in 24 months. Hell, let’s revisit this in 12. Already Thomas is wanting to take back the gay rights so recently bestowed. We’re heading there. Watch.
Pretty soon, we’ll be kissing cousins with Idaho, and you can’t get a fucking abortion, so if you kiss your cousin too much you’re having a 3 eyed baby. Watch your step, sis.
Y’all can’t sit around and piss and moan about the freedoms we don’t have as we sit here with our thumbs stuffed square in our asses watching them be systematically stripped away. I feel a horrible storm brewing.
It feels like a set up for that Bozo we just got rid of to make his way back. And that is so fucking scary to me. Mother of God, y’all better say your collective prayers, because with the power of the ultra right church groups behind him, we could be completely fucked before too long.
This isn’t me freaking out for nothing. This is me telling you to look at the stars aligning for this shit. Look at the pieces falling into place. This is bad, y’all. This has the makings of a fundamental change in the country I love so much, my red, white, and blue stilettos are a topic of conversation around here.
I need someone smarter than me to tell me what we need to do from here. I am good with force, not so great with finesse. Where are my slick briefcase toting bitches? I need y’all. We have to stop this downhill slide.
We gotta pump the fucking brakes on this bullshit, and fast.
Being well regulated ain't a conservative thing, it's a radical progressive thing.;)
https://jacobin.com/2017/05/black-panthers-young-patriots-fred-hampton
History matters. Hampton was a hero who can be emulated.