If you were to use your human brain for a moment, you would realize that there is more here than meets the eye. For just a few seconds, close your eyes, and imagine what a U.S. soldier would feel like, getting that first cup of coffee in the morning, before heading off into . . . what? Defending the United States of America? Really? No. What you are doing is giving coffee and comfort to the people who terrorize the entire globe with impunity and you don’t know about it because you don’t know how to understand what is going on in the world around you. Your head is stuck in the sand, or your phone, or your eating disorder.
Look at all the freedom! Can’t you see it? What’s wrong with you???
The time has come to rise up against fascism in all its forms. Even in its sweet little, down home, country style. Fascism can look a bunch of different ways. If you work in an office building, you are already likely accustomed to fascism’s hallmarks. There are the trivial kinds, like being forced to use toilets designed for something other than human beings, on a daily basis, day after day after day; the poorly maintained stalls that were not designed by anyone with any care for what experience it might bring and which could possibly be the reality for a person, a lifer, for dozens of years. That would be the worst tragedy, to portray life on Earth as it is presented by small-minded simpletons who are too busy being fat and stupid and greedy and lazy and dumb.
Thank the Earth for mushrooms!!! And marijuana! And other types of antidotes to these miseries that are portrayed incessantly as the only way to live in such a busy, complex world, surely beyond the understanding and enjoyment of the common person.
Dear retarded United States citizens, the white ones, the scared ones, the rich ones, the stupid ones, the hill people, the developmentally challenged-yet-legally-capable and gun waving,
The police were invented to make sure your grandpappy’s niggers didn’t stray too far from the plantation. Now they fashion themselves as Iron Man and Captain FuckFace in battle gear like the big kids get to have, all ‘roided up and ready to punch you in the face in a moment’s notice. They would rather you run or resist, though, so they can get the chance to shoot something other than squirrels, deer, or in their mommy’s underpants.
What use is a cop for? I don’t need one. Do you? Why? What are you afraid of? I am a big boy now, myself, and don’t need a big, strong daddy to tell me how to piss and spit and shit around the toilet, much less beat my mommy when she doesn’t kiss his flat ass.
Grow up and live your life, stupid.
The truth hurts, don’t it? 🙁