There’s a quiet heresy in here that authoritarians absolutely hate: refusing to let them colonize your inner weather. Rage is their preferred fuel. Joy, agency, and living well are the subversive acts. You still resist, you still show up, you still fight the policies and the harm, but you don’t hand over your nervous system as collateral. Dictators want despair because despair makes people small and predictable. A life lived freely, stubbornly, and with humor is a form of noncompliance they can’t legislate away.
Steve Bannon looks like a dripping burlap sack full of rotting garbage. Being raped is bad enough. Being raped by a dripping burlap sack full of rotting garbage? 🤮🤮🤮
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I suspect quite a few of those MAGAnuts are themselves pedophiles. Indeed, quite a few of them father their own half siblings, grandchildren, etc.
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A tin pot despot loves fake gold plated tin medals.
Hello ! As it seems it's poetry night... love it, I thought to share one written to my son. Not dated, which is unusual for me, but it's about his hair. This was at least 20 years ago & he was about 21 & I told him he needed a trim, I'm licensed , and he kept stalling for weeks. I said "Fuck it". Next thing you know, on a Sunday am I see his hair is chopped off. I just looked at him and said "What the fuck happened to your hair ?!?". He responded that he took fucking care of it. Butchered the hair and looked like a maniac. My kid's a short hair, I like long. So here's the poem Folks:
To Tim, the Poope,
Sorry your hair looks like Crap
It must have been a haircut mishap ?
Can't fix you now or your hair..... But,
I swear ! Until the end life is short & I'm your friend
There’s a quiet heresy in here that authoritarians absolutely hate: refusing to let them colonize your inner weather. Rage is their preferred fuel. Joy, agency, and living well are the subversive acts. You still resist, you still show up, you still fight the policies and the harm, but you don’t hand over your nervous system as collateral. Dictators want despair because despair makes people small and predictable. A life lived freely, stubbornly, and with humor is a form of noncompliance they can’t legislate away.
Steve Bannon looks like a dripping burlap sack full of rotting garbage. Being raped is bad enough. Being raped by a dripping burlap sack full of rotting garbage? 🤮🤮🤮
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I suspect quite a few of those MAGAnuts are themselves pedophiles. Indeed, quite a few of them father their own half siblings, grandchildren, etc.
.
A tin pot despot loves fake gold plated tin medals.
Hello ! As it seems it's poetry night... love it, I thought to share one written to my son. Not dated, which is unusual for me, but it's about his hair. This was at least 20 years ago & he was about 21 & I told him he needed a trim, I'm licensed , and he kept stalling for weeks. I said "Fuck it". Next thing you know, on a Sunday am I see his hair is chopped off. I just looked at him and said "What the fuck happened to your hair ?!?". He responded that he took fucking care of it. Butchered the hair and looked like a maniac. My kid's a short hair, I like long. So here's the poem Folks:
To Tim, the Poope,
Sorry your hair looks like Crap
It must have been a haircut mishap ?
Can't fix you now or your hair..... But,
I swear ! Until the end life is short & I'm your friend
Forever and ever till the end.
If you Dare !
🔥 CAN I GET A SWEATY AMEN 🔥
(Canvas tent flaps snapping, cicadas screaming, Kool-Aid warm, truth hotter)
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SNARKY BABY MARKY steps to the pulpit, diaper creased, Bible thumping, eyes wild:
Brothers, sisters, and miscellaneous cartoons—
WELCOME to the CHURCH OF HOLY HINDSIGHT
where the fans are broken, the truth is sticky,
and the lies melt like butter on a sinner’s biscuit.
Now listen close, ‘cause this here is FICTION—
the kind that tells the truth so loud it has to wear a clown nose 🤡
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See, over yonder we got Fearless Leader Vlad—
not president, not king—
HEAD DON of the GANGSTER NATION.
Russia ain’t a country, it’s a protection racket with nukes.
AMEN?
And Vlad don’t conquer with tanks—
oh no no no—
he conquers with MIRRORS.
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He finds himself a Puppet President—
strings made of ego, hands full of grievance,
mouth full of “ME ME ME.”
And who’s holdin’ the handle?
Why it’s Natasha, saints.
Sweet smile, cold eyes,
pretended love so convincing
even Cupid filed a restraining order 💔
She didn’t steal secrets—
she stroked insecurity.
She didn’t whisper orders—
she whispered belief.
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Now Vlad’s plan wasn’t to make America small.
Oh no.
He said, “Let ‘em make themselves GREAT again.”
Take ‘em back to the 60s—
when racism caught a public beating
but hatred just changed outfits.
Put on a tie.
Learned new words.
Got a podcast.
Victory without healing, saints.
That’s how the mold grows.
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So Vlad turned the dial.
Not left.
Not right.
Just LOUDER.
Until Americans started fighting Americans—
not over land,
not over bread,
but over VIBES.
Identity became fashion.
Belief became merch.
Truth became optional DLC.
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And when the fighting started—
Vlad didn’t cheer.
Didn’t clap.
Didn’t tweet.
He leaned back, wiped the sweat, and said:
> “I didn’t break them.
I just stopped holding the cracks together.”
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Now hear the BABY preach:
America didn’t fall to enemies.
It fell to ECHOES.
Strength turned into noise.
Noise turned into weakness.
And the world said,
“Which America are we talkin’ to today?”
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So wipe your brow, saints.
Sip that lukewarm punch.
And remember this FICTIONAL GOSPEL:
> A house divided don’t need burning.
It’ll claw itself apart
arguin’ over who gets the match.
👶🎤 Snarky Baby Marky OUT.
Diaper full. Truth told.
Tom here ……
I agree.
As the saying goes,….
The best revenge is a live lived well ( and happy )
Unfortunately, this regime needs to be ended and safeguards put in place to prevent the next one.
We will all do what we can.
Be happy in the meantime.
I am with you on this.
🙏❤️🫂