FWIW, I was there when GWB Jr. handed himself a 2nd term.
I was caught in the sudden fray when SWAT hanging off a mil-spec troop vehicle shot a 70+ yr old Vietnam vet in the crotch point-blank for the crime of sitting down at an otherwise non-violent protest.
I was there when four of those fascist pig-fuckers beat, zip-tied, and hoisted (by those ties, while she screamed that they were breaking her wrists) a 14yr-old, 80lb girl named “Zen” who was happily passing out handmade “Students For Peace” buttons from a wicker basket. (one that I’d handed her mere minutes before, when she told me it was her first protest and she wanted to help)
I’ve been ardently, passionately politically active for decades in a wide array of impactful, intentional efforts, and I’m genuinely surprised they haven’t black-bagged me yet —even before the Turd Reich seized power.
Yes. I’ve stepped up. Countless times, without fail, and with careful forethought as a change-oriented group. I’ve been shot at, chased, tazed, maced, arrested w/o cause or explanation or repercussions (for them, ofc), assaulted, gleefully threatened with suicide-by-cop, etc.
Thafuq do I expect any of us to do, if after all that I’ve been through, and this is still where we are?
I don’t wish any of that on my fellow thinking, caring citizens. Something’s gotta give, though. Before the only ones left are those fucksticks blithely gulping down the fetid cum-slurry of this regime.
luigishauntedmansion.jpg
Now, on a lighter note, I was working security when that random sparrow alighted on Bernie’s podium in Portland what seems like forever and a dream ago. That was the last time I felt a profound shred of hope for this country —and, by extension, human civilization’s future. 🥲
FWIW, I was there when GWB Jr. handed himself a 2nd term.
I was caught in the sudden fray when SWAT hanging off a mil-spec troop vehicle shot a 70+ yr old Vietnam vet in the crotch point-blank for the crime of sitting down at an otherwise non-violent protest.
I was there when four of those fascist pig-fuckers beat, zip-tied, and hoisted (by those ties, while she screamed that they were breaking her wrists) a 14yr-old, 80lb girl named “Zen” who was happily passing out handmade “Students For Peace” buttons from a wicker basket. (one that I’d handed her mere minutes before, when she told me it was her first protest and she wanted to help)
I’ve been ardently, passionately politically active for decades in a wide array of impactful, intentional efforts, and I’m genuinely surprised they haven’t black-bagged me yet —even before the Turd Reich seized power.
Yes. I’ve stepped up. Countless times, without fail, and with careful forethought as a change-oriented group. I’ve been shot at, chased, tazed, maced, arrested w/o cause or explanation or repercussions (for them, ofc), assaulted, gleefully threatened with suicide-by-cop, etc.
Thafuq do I expect any of us to do, if after all that I’ve been through, and this is still where we are?
I don’t wish any of that on my fellow thinking, caring citizens. Something’s gotta give, though. Before the only ones left are those fucksticks blithely gulping down the fetid cum-slurry of this regime.
luigishauntedmansion.jpg
Now, on a lighter note, I was working security when that random sparrow alighted on Bernie’s podium in Portland what seems like forever and a dream ago. That was the last time I felt a profound shred of hope for this country —and, by extension, human civilization’s future. 🥲