Salutations, Friends!

Football politics will be the actual death of us all. It is boiling my fucking brain.

Are the people the greatest threat to freedom?

Because were they to mobilize, were they to fight, we could change so much. But they’ve become a tool of the oppressor, they’ve insisted on the ignorant bliss of oppression with a lottery and have inserted themselves in the way of the fight. Divided and conquered.

How can I be expected to take your pleas for the environment seriously if your next breath is advocating for the person that wants the most deadliest military in the world?

Narrowmindedness that keeps you from looking even two feet in front of you. What change am I supposed to expect you to make?

Do it to protect the minorities so we vote for the woman bolster police to ensure 1 in 3 people killed by a stranger is killed by a cop.

Plain ignorance that has no excuse aside from the fact that you refuse to put together two and two.

Do it cause the other guy’s gonna suppress our voice so vote for the woman running on mass censorship.

So #WithHer you don’t even listen to what she says, just wear her merch.
And an angry part of me thinks you deserve this fate, but the reality is that a lot of those that find it so easy to ignore what’s in front of them will be able to hide behind more vulnerable for the first few waves of destruction. Always the crumple zone, the lives of the selfish, ignorant, and docile benefiting off the work of those they left behind.

The frustrating thing is, if both evils dropped dead today, they would mourn her like she was a hero instead of celebrate like she was the queen. Because they don’t want the lesser of two evils, they want the option that tells them they don’t have to care, don’t have to fight.

Crabs in a bucket does not satisfy the feeling of living in this world.

There is something so insidious about the ways greed and apathy have poisoned humanity and left it with no where to turn.

Even viewing their own fate so disassociated that they watch it like a tv show that only comes around every 4 years.

I’m sick.
I’m depressed.
I’m scared
I don’t know what to do or what to feel.
And it’s slowly killing me.
And still, I can’t help but think that a privilege.

Until next time,

Valedictions, Friends.