Dear America, there’s all these people saying that if we don’t elect someone who isn’t orange and weird and who apparently, we learned last night, thinks I can protest my ass but he doesn’t talk about his ass, this is the last free election we will have (I… this dude is fucking president, and has […]
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There are two tweets I wrote that I think I ought to leave here, instead of expanding on them, today, because I am going to say a lot of shit that maybe I mean, but maybe I should be more careful on how I say it… But also, fuck you, America. Fuck you, fuck me, […]
Hey, dearest America, why do you think the Orange Motherfucker is so into schools being open? First, he wants your kids to be orphans, but smart orphans? Yeah, no, bullshit, you know as well as I do that the guy pretending to be a human pretending to be president doesn’t give two shits about your […]
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It’s Neither Here Nor There
Not really, for me, America. I would have voted for a pair of old gym socks and a used condom over Trump and Pence, so I’m okay with Biden and Harris. I’m not thrilled, but I wasn’t about Hillary either. Still, y’know. I would have voted for old gym socks and a used condom then, […]
Dearest America, I’ve been poking around of various travel forums and it’s interesting. Actually, it’s always eye opening. I’m always taken aback when I hear about how litter free the United States is from people in Europe, and I’m always really taken aback when I hear about how litter free over and above that Boston […]
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I’m Not Mad, America
I am just disappointed. Nah, fuck that. I’m mad. I’m pissed as hell, and I… it really is less a question of whether the Asshat in Chief is going to do what he says… Is it a bullshit, completely unconstitutional thing that is going to fuck the country up, designed to kill black and brown […]
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Dear USointoelderAbuse,
Dear America, I am going to admit something really uncomfortable. In some ways, I really can relate to the Orange Guy in the Oval Office. I bet I would like the meatloaf at the White House. I’m unsteady on my feet. I make way less sense when I talk than when I write (I doubt […]
I was led to believe there would be punch and pie. I’m not the only one. I was led to believe there would be punch and pie, and not just for those who showed up, because ultimately, everyone would show up in the sense that they were able. I was led to believe that people had […]