Alex (they/them/actually I'd rather not be perceived)

It says everything about the two parties how people react to the possibility of a Nazi-adjacent tattoo. On the one hand, we have a candidate apologizing and promising to remove it. On the other, we have the self-styled “Secretary of War” who still has his.

We are sorry to announce that we have to ration the amount of time you have to scream into the void so as not to fill it beyond its capacity to endure.

Told my wife days ago I expect Hegseth to speak in front of a giant US flag à la Patton. He is so fucking predictable.

In the spirit of the very same logic Charlie Kirk used to support his agenda, this is what happens when you drop out of community college.

The drawing is also clearly a pre-pubescent girl.

I really shouldn’t be surprised how easily a little bit of sun gives me a migraine.

Ya, but I have an expensive bottle of champaign just waiting for his death to be confirmed.

Scenario 3: He dies. Natural causes. They hide the body, use old footage to claim he still lives. They then say he was called up to heaven, to govern the country forevermore from there.

Scenario 2: He dies. Natural causes. They skin his corpse and make a poorly made replacement dummy. Most don’t notice. Those who do are accused of TDS. Those in power continue their agenda, cause he only ever was a figurehead.

Scenario 1: He dies. Natural causes. Without the unifying force of his mere existence, the GOP fractures. No one is able to take his place.

When the internal screaming and tinnitus merge into one ringing wave of overwhelm.

How dare one declare to love truth yet lie, knowing that the very falsehood of that declaration is the pillar they base their support on. House of lies and all that.

I can’t quite describe the fury that settled in my soul the first time I became aware that some people were capable of hypocritically using professed truths or beliefs against others. For example, declaring adherence to a religion of love and forgiveness but pushing politically for the opposite.

Personally pet peeve: Small cats have slit eyes, large cats have round eyes. Therefore catgirls/boys should have round eyes.

Alternate caption: The trap was surprisingly effective.

There has to be a term for this, which seems related to the Streisand Effect. Calling attention by acting obviously guilty while trying to hide.

But, this is where fan fiction can provide some relief.

Bot accounts are a particular scourge that I wouldn’t mind being wiped off the face of the internet. At least those whose purpose is malicious.

That melancholy when you finish a series of books knowing the author died afterward.

Just fucking die already. Put yourself, and the rest of us by extension, out of our misery. On a related note, I bought a special champagne for the after party.

So, when they start kidnapping active duty military for being foreigners, cause they have already been going after vets, how will the military respond?

The guilt of unexpressed rage. The fear that there is no sufficient method of expression that doesn’t also destroy.

Be the karma you want to see in the world.

We need more hacker collectives. Come on, can’t have cyberpunk dystopia without hackers.

Bought a bottle of expensive champagne to drink when a certain someone finally dies. Hopefully sooner than later, but I will have it on hand for the inevitable eventuality.

I want my own cool, dark cave to hide away from the world in. For when I am having sensory overload or an anxiety attack. And to get away from the heat.

And even if I couldn’t eat it, I’d use my bones for art purposes.

Mind, I have had the thought that if I lost a leg and I could keep it, I’d try it as that would be the only ethical cannibalism. I wouldn’t seek out the opportunity. This belongs in the same realm of what I’d do if stranded on a deserted island or if I found an unmarked briefcase full of money.

And here I am nervously chewing my nails.

Doubt.