WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK THO?
I think I'm beyond the point of no return. I don't want them in my world. I don't care if that means they have an orgy that lasts a thousand years or pull a big ol' Heaven's Gate or fuck off to a space colony. I just want them gone. I want their shitty ideals and their shitty ways of being and their idiocy out of my life. I do not wish to engage any longer. I do not wish to build more bridges. I have extended olive branch after olive branch, only to watch as each branch is used for kindling, and now the fire is big enough to burn down my house.
First, they came for the Jews, and I did not speak up, for I was afraid. But then they kinda stopped with the Jews because that wasn't quite doing it for these motherfuckers so they went after trans people and immigrants and the gays and kids and the poors, and I did not speak up, for I was afraid. Then, they came for the Jews again, and now I'm speaking up. Sort of. I'm still afraid though. I'm afraid because, while I wish their ideals were a relic of the past, they would wish for my family to be literally, actually fucking dead.
If you haven't read Under the Dome -- and you definitely should -- it's basically about a town, full of a group of folks with differing viewpoints on the world, that are inexplicably stuck together and have no means of physically escaping their little two-mile-ish bubble. Very long story short, and spoilers ahead: the bad guy of the story -- Big Jim -- is not unlike current Republican leaders. Self-centered, willing to do anything to retain and grow his power and ensure HIS survival above all else, even willing to kill innocent people because they would threaten his way of being.
So, the story happens, and we end up with the main bad dude stuck in a bunker with another bad dude. This bunker is but a brief respite from inevitable death, because the world around them is falling apart, but it doesn't matter. Big Jim can't die. And so he chokes out this other person, a teenager whom he manipulated into doing some bad shit, and then Big Jim is all alone in the bunker.
But the bunker can't stop what's happening on the outside. So after all this death and devastation that he caused, he's left alone, dying. Slowly. A final glimpse of remorse, maybe, as he draws his final breath, but even then the remorse struggles to climb over mountains of reluctance.
Big Jim is what this all amounts to: a bunch of selfish people, looking out for themselves, short-sighted and willing to get what they want by any means necessary, unable to comprehend any modality other then "fuck you, I'm getting mine", unwilling to accept that the world belongs to anyone other than them. And these people are armed to the teeth, with nothing but darkness in their hearts and a flashing sign that's saying "LOCK & LOAD, AND MAKE YOUR WAY DOWN THE LIST."
Anyways, my time on the list seems like it's coming up again. As is my wife's, and our child's. And I really just don't have any desire to play a part in that whole let-society-come-to-a-head-and-see-what-happens thing. I don't. It's not fair. Maybe I should fight more. Maybe this is my only real way to fight, or the only one I'm willing to deploy. If I lost my job as a result of speaking my voice, my family wouldn't eat. We'd lose our house, because we're living paycheck to paycheck and even one month without income puts us at risk. We're disconnected from family, emotionally and physically, and might be able to float around but why? And for how long? And while things continue to degrade, and the risk to our family becomes even greater? And then we end up staying in our friend's house and then we end up having to hide in.. oh. I think I read a book about this once.
To the Zionist Jews, Black slavemasters, Latino homelanders, Conservative Farmers, and your many unfortunate friends of the world -- may you all have the day you deserve, whenever that day may come. Perhaps it will not be in my lifetime. Perhaps no person will come to see it.
Perhaps all of you will suffocate in a bunker on your own, long after I'm dead, and climb those same mountains of remorse that Big Jim did with his final breaths. I doubt it though.
Oh, and pops, if you ever read this: fuck you, you fucking Zionist Uncle Ruckus-ass piece of shit. I hope Clarence Thomas invites you for a private getaway weekend in his RV and gags you in the woods. Who the fuck watches "They Cloned Tyrone" and their only takeaway is "I didn't care for it." Who the fuck has a mixed-race Black / Jewish grandson and doesn't bother to challenge their beliefs on systemic racism? Even Leave It To Beaver wasn't as white as you. You make Gilligan's Island look like Roots. Typical White Guy behavior. If you think redheads will be saved from the impending list-making, you're about to get fucked harder than what Clarence could ever dream of doing to you. Again, fuck you.