You know, there’s a lot to be said for having something explained to you in a language that you understand. It’s why some of us can’t learn from certain people, no matter how many times they explain it in their same stupid ass way.
However, BMan speaks my language. When it’s just too much for me to wrap my brain around, he finds a way to cut it into manageable pieces.
Thank Baby Jesus.
I feel like maybe the worst of this shit is over. Like I know that the worst is behind me. Like the only direction to look toward now is anywhere except the one I just came from.
It’s a terrific feeling. I can’t lie, it was touch and go for a minute.
It’s a new day. A new president is coming our way. A new way of thinking, hopefully, for some of these Bozos out here.
Either that, or we’re going to need to devise a different plan because these assholes are really fucking out of control.
I’m basically clutching my pearls this evening, hoping shit doesn’t pop off, but y’all know I’m more of a “I wish somebody would” type. I feel like this; whatever stupid shit you want to believe out in your off the grid compound with your 4 wives, that’s the business of you and those sister wives. But if you wish to be taken seriously in mainstream society, we need y’all to get your shit together because these conspiracy theories and outright paranoid delusions are getting stale.
We would appreciate it if y’all could leave all your weird shit back to the homestead if y’all want to have a say in some matters.
Nobody is asking y’all to shove your crazy back in the box. We’re asking that you dress it up in its’ Sunday best if y’all are finna parade it around.
Don’t be a bunch of paranoid dicks, basically is what I’m saying, and we can all go back to pretending you’re not the complete and total assholes you’ve exposed yourselves to be.
That’s a lie. Some other folk may forget, but I’m not. If you want the truth, I don’t wish to ever be kumbaying with a bunch of Nazis, repentant or otherwise.
You’ll never be good people in my book.
Thanks, Brian