My imperfections make me who I am

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

I’m fat, and love pizza too much.

I’m disabled-mentally and physically, but I manage despite it.

I got a bad foot, bad back and thinning hair on my head.

I wasn’t born to a rich or famous family. In fact, I don’t have much of a family-we don’t do togetherness.

And despite all this, I would not want to trade my life for any other. I am not content with where I am, I am not happy, but I am at peace with who I am and all that entails.

I may never be a successful person, but I will settle for being a good one.

Are We Really Gonna Let Them Do Us Like This?

Our “dear leader” is ruling like a mad king, outlawing speech he doesn’t like, gaming the system so only he and his inner circle have money to spend, and anyone who goes “but why?” is shipped to a concentration camp.

This isn’t what life was supposed to be. When my generation left school (sometime after the towers fell, so things already were shit,) we were told that “things will get better, just wait and see”.

Well, we waited. We saw. Nothing got better. We were promised a bill of goods, dear government. But all of you seem too interested in becoming clones of Hitler to care about the little people. And I mean ALL OF YOU.

We watched the role of “dear leader” go from George W Bush (torturing monster) to Obama (lying, drone killing con artist) to Trump (walking tumor tyrant) to Biden (senile monster) and back to Trump. If these are what qualifies as a “leader” in America, maybe America should just let itself be conquered. Would we even see a difference? I mean, cops are already allowed to kill with impunity-how would a foreign occupation be any worse?

Sorry if the statement above sounds extreme. But are we really gonna let our own government do us like this? Really?!

Ugh. Till next time.

What’s the point anymore?

Do you vote in political elections?

I used to vote in elections with pride.

“Look at me!” I’d think. “I’m doing civics!! I’m helping my country!”

Now though? What’s the friggin’ point.

Let me explain…

It’s become obvious that both parties don’t work for us. Republicans work for the worst society on Earth, while democrats… also work for the worst society on Earth but they hide behind identity politics and messaging they don’t deliver on.

They’re both corrupt, they’re both bought and paid for by oligarchs, neither one wants to help anyone but themselves and their donors.

And if we wanna go even more nihilistic, democrats always decide after they throw what should have been an easy win that they’re just gonna be more like republicans. Who the fuck asked them to be more like republicans?!!? It feels like they just hate their voters and their base and want nothing to do with being “the left”.

And if by some miracle of god a third party were to make gains? The two evil parties would just have their wins erased, then imprison/kill/both their leaders. What’s the point of voting for anyone when our nation is so clearly bought and paid for?

So what’s the answer? Well, the obvious answer is to do away with this rotten government. The best way to do it is to stop voting for either shit party. Voting is giving them your okay to keep drifting rightward. Remember when genocide was a red line? That ended in 2024 when people decided democrats were worth genociding over.

There is no good in a society that decides genocide is the “lesser evil”. End of story

No Need for Kickstarter, Tenchi!!

I am taking the time to notify any and all of you who grew up in Toonami back in the day about this campaign! Details below:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/armigerentertainment/tenchi-muyo-original-omnibus-edition?ref=thanks-copy

Yup, they are releasing an omnibus of the original Tenchi manga, containing volumes 1-6! I already donated over $70 for the campaign. I am hoping everyone who sees this can donate at least $30, so they can mark this a reality!

The campaign goes until May 19. Click the link for more info! Link once again:

Tenchi manga Kickstarter campaign!!

White People Shouldn’t Be Allowed to Say “Woke”

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

If there was a word that I would ban (but only for a certain group, which generally use it so it works) I would ban white people from saying “Woke” so damn much!

Most white people abuse the word. They use it to complain, to blame, as a buzzword for things they hate. They’ve bastardized and flanderized the word!

For some, “woke” is when a gay person is in a video game and they don’t like it. For others, it’s another way to say the “N” word without being punched out for it. It means neither of those things, but the majority wouldn’t know it, which is how bad white folk have abused the word.

And you know the worst part? I can recognize this even though I’M WHITE!! I am excluding myself from using the word and I am okay with it. I’ve seen too many of my people whine about woke. I will not join the cacophony of sneering ignorant jerks.

Only people who know what “woke” means should be able to say it. I said what I meant.

NEVER OBEY

Don’t wait to disobey the villains in power

When the freedom of all is at stake.

Do not be silent when they come for your neighbor-

Shout and fight for them.

Scream loud as you can-

“They are attacking us!!”

And fight back violently against the evil in your face.

Do not make yourself a friend of the snake,

For the snake will bite you when he wants to anyway.

Do not wait to disobey, as if there aren’t tyrants in power now.

Do not obey at all. Make a scene. Make yourself the hero you are waiting for.

My Parrot

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

When I was a small child, I was very lonely. It didn’t help being mentally ill and under medicated. So one Christmas present I received will always be close to my heart.

I was born in the mid 80s, and there was a line of stuffed animals called Wild Puffalumps. This certain Xmas, my parents got me and my siblings each one of the toys- my older sis got the Rhino, my twin got the monkey and I got Parrot. He was actually supposed to be a toucan, but he is green like a parrot, so I that’s what I call him.

I went EVERYWHERE with Parrot. I went to the park, I went to DC, I traveled with him throughout my childhood. He has been chewed up by the family dog, dunked in bathwater, lost most of his stuffing and effectively has one foot.

And I still have him! I keep him in my room, close to me. Parrot is the most precious thing that I own, because he is a part of a more innocent time in my life, before my mother divorced my dad and drove us away from her. He reminds me of when I was truly happy.

And yes, I gendered ‘him’. Guess it is something kids did back then…

Till next time!

Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others

Eat the food

Watch the TV

Isn’t that guy funny?

Don’t look outside

There is only suffering out there

Stay inside

Stay comfortable

Don’t worry about your neighbors

They only lost everything

Have some more bread

watch the circus

Don’t look outside, dammit!

We will be over to take everything from you soon

Keep your eyes on that TV til then…

Love is an overrated thing

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Hear me out.

Love can be a good thing. But in many cases, it can also be abusive. For many years, I tried to remain a good son to a vile, abusive woman who was supposed to be my mother. She abused me, physically and mentally, telling me I was worthless as anything but her servant. She drove my sisters away, and eventually cast me out for standing up to her. And up until six years ago, I still tried to have a relationship with her. Tried to form a connection. Tried to be a loving son.

And she talked shit about me to my friends. Her last words to me were “Kiss my ass” and she sent them via text, which told me all I needed to know about what ‘love’ meant to her.

And I’m the best scenario. How many women and men- men like me- are trapped in a toxic way by someone who doesn’t really love them, who abuses them at will until they are looking for a way out?

The worst part with my mother is I used to tell her things- confessions I made in earnest because she was supposed to be my mother– things that she would probably use against me whenever she wants to, with relish. I fear her appearing in a moment of personal triumph to smack me down into the dirt.

Add to that people I don’t know who are being beaten by their significant others, being sexually abused by their relatives, being betrayed by those they call friend. All the sorrow these people feel is my sorrow. All their sorrow… in the name of ‘love’.

Love can be a good thing. It can also be a weapon of tyrants.

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