i can express my feelings about the left today in a single image capture from a very famous tv show but it wouldn't make any of you any happier nor enhance my ability to keep my circle of friends from bailing on me in these trying times

so i'm just gonna remind people i lived in the shadow of constant doomsaying for over a decade (even if it was very sweet friendly beautiful intelligent self-sacrificing funny doom with a very nice butt and it got much less doomy over the years ♥️​♠️​♥️​♠️​) and i'm just not buyin' any of it, because HERE I STILL AM

and if we're fucked i'm not only gonna make the most of it, well motherfuckers, i have been thinking about death EVERY FUCKING DAY OF MY LIFE SINCE THE DAY I LOST MY FATHER AT AGE 11 and it's just lost its ability to scare me

i am almost looking forward to the opportunity to go explode in a blaze of glory yet strongly suspect that i will not be provided with the chance

and if you really want the knock-down drag-out historical argument over this, we can do it that someday, but ffs not right now -- maybe when i get home -- but you really really ain't gonna like what i have to say

this ain't a subtweet -- i think once you're addressing more than 30 people at once, it no longer fits that definition

i just ain't convinced this is an unwinnable hand UNLESS WE FOLD OUT OF SELF-REINFORCING FEAR and i am skeptical as fuck about the cultural complexes and collective leftist... issues... leading people to think it is

don't make this into a self-fulfilling prophecy, that's the meanest thing i have to say, because i have fucking WATCHED friend after friend after friend curl up so fucking tight into their shells waiting for blows that never came... except that the blow came in the from of the damage done by HIDING INSTEAD OF ACTING and i am frustrated to the point of tears trying to figure out how to coax some of you out

if you're mad at me now, i ask you, plea for you to do me one big favor first -- reread at least the first two Wrinkle In Time books before you come at me

do you think meg and calvin were not scared absolutely shitless of It? thank got the ms. interrogatives (you know, the witch ladies) were there to calm them the fuck down, and once i am over my frustrating that is exactly the role i guess i'm gonna have to play

can you seriously look me in the eyes and tell me these fucking soulless idiots we're up against will have the FAINTEST ABILITY to learn how to kythe or tesser? pick up a goddamn spiritual weapon and use it