I hope that far right mess never takes off here, that people will witness the US implode from it before the next UK election. The other day I felt a fondness for Northern Irish people and that's gone. I wouldn't miss a wink of sleep if the Trump supporters here died, even though they look like me.
Originally posted by ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You seem to have a lot of similar traits that Hitler had.
I admire Hitler for going from being homeless to a leader. He was great in that way, awful in other ways and misguided. I can't ignore that he was great but he wasn't right. I used to be impressed about him getting up in the beer ball and going on a rant, but now I know he was taking coke so maybe it didn't require that much bravery. He was perceptive in ways but also too reductive.
Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson
You constantly talk about this subject which clearly reflects your desperate desire to have a "partner" in life but you know your self defeating attitude prevents that…there's no shame in being a cat lady…lady.
If I know for sure he's a liberal, and there's a high chance of that since they'll be fleaing the US now, then I'll give him a chance. I don't have any memories of being told bedtime stories so am fixated on that. I might want that more than a partner.
Might be good to snap one up now since only liberal men will be trying to flea at this point. It would be nice to have a creative writing teacher to tell me bedtime stories.
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood
They consneeded because they knew this cheat was so epic level that there is no way to fight against it. They know democracy is dead and have accepted that there will never be a fair election ever again. The only way forward is to cheat even harder next time which is exactly what Biden and Kamala have hinted at in both their speeches since the election
Kamala conceding isn't legally binding, she can take it back, especially if new information comes to light. She can also still become president if Biden steps down.
When WW3, climate change and women's rights are on the line, when people are being indoctrinated by enemy countries, it is everyone's moral duty to stop MAGA. You can't kill feminism by stealing an election.
Originally posted by Dfg
2020, we know Dems cheated, hence Trump fought for it. Dems conceded immediately on this one, it was a record turn out from all age groups btw. Probably should read the stats. Dems picked a horrible candidate, Trump wiped the floor with them.
Accept it, embrace and go on with your life.
People have a moral duty not to accept your insanity. If the majority of people are wrong they're still wrong. You're like a classroom of toddlers that vote to do something bad, an adult needs to save you.
This was one of the darkest times in my life. I liked doing nothing with her.
"What happened yday... I went for a 60s bimbo look. Met Carrie somewhere, we went clothes shopping, ate KFC on the beach, then we were running through the graveyard to buy more clothes at the same shop, we were scared it was gonna close. In the chemists C was holding these body spray canisters saying she wasn't gonna light them up yet. The taxi place was weird like this lesbian woman was hitting on me, we were there twenty minutes and Carrie was telling this lesbian her life story. Taxi to another town, drank beer in Carrie's house. Then we went to meet some guy, he was shocked we knew where he lived. We were in his car going nowhere and I asked if he wanted stuff, then he said he wanted me out of his car. There was this other guy called Crowbar. It turned out the peelers were on their way to C's house so I split, I was too fucked on her meds to be around police."
"Sometimes I just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear Hollister and A&F and American Eagle and Uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipgloss and make ducklips faces and care about Jersey Shore and Gossip Girl. because apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls do that because it’s “fake”, it’s “slutty”, it’s overdone/tasteless/”dumb” but fuck you. Everything is fake. All persona is persona including what you’ve been conditioned to perceive as a “neutral”/”inoffensive” appearance.
Because I don’t want your “respect”, and I certainly don’t need your advice on how to “respect” a body. I don’t need your fake concern about skin cancer and burns on my scalp when my body doesn’t even feel like mine sometimes. When breast cancer becomes selling sex to teenage boys who wouldn’t tell you about the lump in your breast they felt while they were feeling you up. Your concern for my body will always be mediocre until it is mine to create/destroy/create, and even then it wouldn’t even matter because you do not inhabit this flesh, or these organs, or this mucus/snot/bile/blood/spit/fluid/fluid/fluid. So stop trying to crawl into my bed of skin, asshole. Stop trying to own my ugliness. you can’t have it. Too bad, so sad.
I don’t want you to wait before I leave the room to talk about how gross I am. I want my skin to be greasy and leave big orange stains on every man who touches me and who I choose to touch. I want my hair to make you puke. I want my clothes to remind you of how capitalism lives in tube tops and booty shorts just as well as it does in jeans and a t-shirt or whatever the fuck makes you feel like the girl you wanna fuck is real “authentic”, real “down-to-earth” or whatever. I want to remind you that every picture is posed. No expression can be pure when you can see the camera and the camera can see you. I want you to know that I spent three goddamn hours straightening my hair and putting on my eyeliner over and over again and removing it over and over again so there’s light grey rings under my eyes and when I reapplied my lipgloss for the 20th time tonight in the backseat of my best friend’s car it hit a pothole so it’s smudging against my lipliner and I’m still not “sexy” to your pretentious John Lennon art school ass. My labor is MINE, and it’s ugly because God loves ugly. I wasn’t put on this earth to give you a hard on. I want to scream and drink and grind to shitty club music because I want to scare the living shit out of you. I want you to go home and post a Facebook update about how “our generation is doomed” and get twenty likes from all your pretentious John Lennon art school friends and all your fedora-wearing self-entitled pasty sarcastic bros and all your Edgewatch xvx police officers and all your “nice guy” indie rock microbrew date rapists who all secretly wish they could make a man want to remove himself from this earth just by getting a spray tan.
I don’t want you to want to fuck me, BRO. I want you to have to look at me. I want to be the bright orange flesh you don’t want to fuck but you also can’t ignore. I want you to be very, very scared of what is going to come out of my mouth. I want you to cringe at the sound of my voice because it is both too feminine and too loud. your disgust makes me even louder, even more powerful. and it’s so funny to me, so funny to me, because you know and I know we are both just pretending we aren’t aware that deep down you so badly wish you could be a monster, too."
