Thursday, January 19, 2017

You can stand me up at the gates of hell


I woke up singing that in Barry's voice. I don't think B-rock ever actually sang it, but it's how I hear it now.

We had a good ride with the Obamas. But at least we have all seen the new first ladies titties, so we have that going for us.

I have some friends who remain optimistic that we will come out of this Drumpf debacle unscathed. I have others who are convinced we will end as a species as we know it. I fall somewhere in between.

I expect Americans will die needlessly because of greed (yes, I am aware that already happens). I expect taxes for those who have less will go up while we see diminishing returns on that investment. And I expect we will end up in a needless war or two, rally behind our troops and never once question what the actual fuck we're fighting for in the first place.

I expect rich white guys will see their lives unaffected and wonder what we're all bitching about.

See, somewhere in the middle.

Whatever is going to happen, I'm ready for a fight. Too many people I love stand to be hurt by this new Racist Right movement (fuck you insulting my intelligence with alt right bullshit nomenclature) and the dumbfuckery it brings with it.

So buckle up motherfuckers, we have to look out for each other and not back down.

I have your back.

Titty sprinkles!