Essays
Bon Appétit, Comrades
Hey America,
Fuck it, man. I give up.
You had a decent thing going. Far from perfect, but not terrible. But that’s gone now. Replaced with whatever this fascist terminal-stage-capitalism hellscape is. And at this point, your damage seems irreparable.
So my bags are packed and I have my one-way airline ticket. But before I GTFO, I also want to extend a crisp “fuck you” to all the American people who chose this dystopia.
To all the yokels and imbeciles who actively chose this as your “leadership”:
A punchline dancing around in bronze-face.
A poor man’s idea of what a rich man is.
A selfish spoiled brat with a child’s mind and serious daddy issues.
A dangerous mix of stupidity and ego.
A terrible businessman.
A repeat failure.
A clinical moron.
A demented old fool.
A Russian asset serving as Putin’s bitch.
A convicted criminal.
A rapist of women and girls.
Thousands of people warned you.
All of this was known fact.
The fallout was predictable and entirely preventable.
There was no secret deception, no bait-and-switch. The playbook was literally published, and you just didn’t care.
This piece of human garbage and his billionaire buddies of the 0.1% were never going to help you or look out for your interests. You are just a tool to them. This jackass even admitted as much in old interviews. But you ignored that too.
They exploit you to enhance their own wealth and feed their egos and greed. And like all addicts that are too far gone, they do it brazenly.
This shit sandwich you are being served right now? It was right fucking there on the menu.
And you fucking ordered it. Why? Because you wake up and choose hate? Hatred for swaths of people who you don’t even encounter in your daily. People (and try to remember… we are all PEOPLE) who have little to no impact on your life. Does it hurt you to live with kindness or compassion? Or do you just prefer hate for hate’s sake?
Well here it is, served up steaming, as promised.
Bon appétit, comrades.
I, for one, did not order the shit sammich. Somehow, fascism did not sound appetizing to me.
So I’m getting out.
But I do wish you the best of luck in your upcoming blood-soaked revolution. Because with each new day and each new exploit, a revolution becomes the only way through this untenable situation you have built for yourselves.
My only parting advice, and I know even thinking about abortion makes your Sky Daddy sad, but for this one instance you should really consider supporting really late-term abortion.
Like the 323rd trimester.
Warmest regards,
Dave